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Across the Queensland border line	A
The mobs of cattle go	B
They travel down in sun and shine	A
On dusty stage and slow	B
The drovers riding slowly on	C
To let the cattle spread	D
Will say Here's one old landmark gone	E
For old man Tyson's dead	D
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What tales there'll be in every camp	F
By men that Tyson knew	G
The swagmen meeting on the tramp	F
Will yarn the long day through	G
And tell of how he passed as Brown	H
And fooled the local men	I
But not for me I struck the town	H
And passed the message further down	H
That's T Y S O N	I
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There stands a little country town	H
Beyond the border line	A
Where dusty roads go up and down	H
And banks with pubs combine	A
A stranger came to cash a cheque	B
Few were the words he said	D
A handkerchief about his neck	B
An old hat on his head	D
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A long grey stranger eagle eyed	J
Know me Of course you do	G
It's not my work the boss replied	J
To know such tramps as you	G
Well look here Mister don't be flash	K
Replied the stranger then	I
I never care to make a splash	K
I'm simple but I've got the cash	K
I'm T Y S O N	I
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But in that last great drafting yard	L
Where Peter keeps the gate	M
And souls of sinners find it barred	L
And go to meet their fate	M
There's one who ought to enter in	N
For good deeds done on earth	O
One who from Peter's self must win	N
That meed of sterling worth	O
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Not to the strait and narrow gate	M
Reserved for wealthy men	I
But to the big gate opened wide	J
The grizzled figure eagle eyed	J
Will saunter up and then	I
Old Peter'll say Let's pass him through	G
There's many a thing he used to do	G
Good hearted things that no one knew	G
That's T Y S O N	I

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