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The railway rattled and roared and swung	A
With jolting and bumping trucks	B
The sun like a billiard red ball hung	A
In the Western sky and the tireless tongue	A
Of the wild eyed man in the corner told	C
This terrible tale of the days of old	C
And the party that ought to have kept the ducks	B
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Well it ain't all joy bein' on the land	D
With an overdraft that'd knock you flat	E
And the rabbits have pretty well took command	D
But the hardest thing for a man to stand	D
Is the feller who says 'Well I told you so	F
You should ha' done this way don't you know '	-
I could lay a bait for a man like that	E
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The grasshoppers struck us in ninety one	G
And what they leave well it ain't de luxe	F
But a growlin' fault findin' son of a gun	G
Who'd lent some money to stock our run	G
I said they'd eaten what grass we had	H
Says he 'Your management's very bad	H
You had a right to have kept some ducks '	-
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To have kept some ducks And the place was white	I
Wherever you went you had to tread	J
On grasshoppers guzzlin' day and night	I
And then with a swoosh they rose in flight	I
If you didn't look out for yourself they'd fly	K
Like bullets into your open eye	K
And knock it out of the back of your head	J
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There isn't a turkey or goose or swan	L
Or a duck that quacks or a hen that clucks	F
Can make a difference on a run	G
When a grasshopper plague has once begun	G
'If you'd finance us ' I says 'I'd buy	K
Ten thousand emus and have a try	K
The job ' I says 'is too big for ducks	F
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'You must fetch a duck when you come to stay	M
A great big duck a Muscovy toff	N
Ready and fit ' I says 'for the fray	M
And if the grasshoppers come our way	M
You turn your duck into the lucerne patch	O
And I'd be ready to make a match	O
That the grasshoppers eat his feathers off	N
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He came to visit us by and by	K
And it just so happened one day in spring	P
A kind of cloud came over the sky	K
A wall of grasshoppers nine miles high	K
And nine miles thick and nine hundred wide	Q
Flyin' in regiments side by side	Q
And eatin' up every living thing	P
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All day long like a shower of rain	R
You'd hear 'em smackin' against the wall	S
Tap tap tap on the window pane	R
And they'd rise and jump at the house again	T
Till their crippled carcasses piled outside	Q
But what did it matter if thousands died	Q
A million wouldn't be missed at all	S
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We were drinkin' grasshoppers so to speak	U
Till we skimmed their carcasses off the spring	P
And they fell so thick in the station creek	U
They choked the waterholes all the week	U
There was scarcely room for a trout to rise	F
And they'd only take artificial flies	F
They got so sick of the real thing	P
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An Arctic snowstorm was beat to rags	F
When the hoppers rose for their morning flight	I
With the flapping noise like a million flags	F
And the kitchen chimney was stuffed with bags	F
For they'd fall right into the fire and fry	K
Till the cook sat down and began to cry	K
And never a duck or fowl in sight	I
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We strolled across to the railroad track	V
Under a cover beneath some trucks	F
I sees a feather and hears a quack	V
I stoops and I pulls the tarpaulin back	V
Every duck in the place was there	W
No good to them was the open air	W
'Mister ' I says 'There's your blanky ducks '	-

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