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Beyond the land where Leichhardt went	A
Beyond Sturt's Western track	B
The rolling tide of change has sent	A
Some strange J P 's out back	B
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And Saltbush Bill grown old and grey	C
And worn for want of sleep	D
Received the news in camp one day	C
Behind the travelling sheep	D
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That Edward Rex confiding in	E
His known integrity	F
By hand and seal on parchment skin	E
Had made hiim a J P	F
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He read the news with eager face	G
But found no word of pay	C
I'd like to see my sister's place	G
And kids on Christmas Day	C
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I'd like to see green grass again	H
And watch clear water run	I
Away from this unholy plain	J
And flies and dust and sun	I
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At last one little clause he found	K
That might some hope inspire	L
A magistrate may charge a pound	K
For inquest on a fire	M
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A big blacks' camp was built close by	N
And Saltbush Bill says he	F
I think that camp might well supply	N
A job for a J P	F
	-
That night by strange coincidence	O
A most disastrous fire	M
Destroyed the country residence	O
Of Jacky Jack Esquire	L
	-
'Twas mostly leaves and bark and dirt	P
The party most concerned	Q
Appeared to think it wouldn't hurt	P
If forty such were burned	Q
	-
Quite otherwise thought Saltbush Bill	R
Who watched the leaping flame	S
The home is small said he but still	R
The principle's the same	S
	-
Midst palaces though you should roam	T
Or follow pleasure's tracks	U
You'll find he said no place like home	T
At least like Jacky Jack's	U
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Tell every man in camp 'Come quick '	-
Tell every black Maria	V
I give tobacco half a stick	W
Hold inquest long a fire	M
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Each juryman received a name	S
Well suited to a Court	X
Long Jack and Stumpy Bill became	S
John Long and William Short	X
	-
While such as Tarpot Bullock Dray	C
And Tommy Wait a While	Y
Became for ever and a day	C
Scot Dickens and Carlyle	Y
	-
And twelve good sable men and true	Z
Were soon engaged upon	A2
The conflagration that o'erthrew	Z
The home of John A John	A2
	-
Their verdict Burnt by act of Fate	B2
They scarcely had returned	Q
When just behind the magistrate	B2
Another humpy burned	Q
	-
The jury sat again and drew	Z
Another stick of plug	C2
Said Saltbush Bill It's up to you	Z
Put some one long a Jug	C2
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I'll camp the sheep he said and sift	D2
The evidence about	E2
For quite a week he couldn't shift	D2
The way the fires broke out	E2
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The jury thought the whole concern	F2
As good as any play	C
They used to take him oath and earn	F2
Three sticks of plug a day	C
	-
At last the tribe lay down to sleep	D
Homeless beneath a tree	Z
And onward with his travelling sheep	D
Went Saltbush bill J P	Z
	-
His sheep delivered safe and sound	K
His horse to town he turned	Q
And drew some five and twenty pound	K
For fees that he had earned	Q
	-
And where Monaro's ranges hide	G2
Their little farms away	C
His sister's children by his side	G2
He spent his Christmas Day	C
	-
The next J P that went out back	B
Was shocked or pained or both	H2
At hearing every pagan black	B
Repeat the juror's oath	H2
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No matter how he turned and fled	I2
They followed faster still	R
You make it inkwich boss they said	I2
All same like Saltbush Bill	R
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They even said they'd let him see	Z
The fires originate	B2
When he refused they said that he	Z
Was No good magistrate	B2
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And out beyond Sturt's western track	B
And Leichhardt's farthest tree	Z
They wait till fate shall send them back	B
Their Saltbush Bill J P	Z

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