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'Twas on the famous Empire run	A
Whose sun does never set	B
Whose grass and water so they say	C
Have never failed them yet	B
They carry many million sheep	D
Through seasons dry and wet	B
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They call the homestead Albion House	E
And then along with that	F
There's Welshman's Gully Scotchman's Hill	G
And Paddymelon Flat	F
And all these places are renowned	H
For making jumbacks fat	F
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And the out paddocks holy frost	I
There wouldn't be no sense	J
For me to try and tell you half	K
They really are immense	J
A man might ride for days and weeks	L
And never strike a fence	J
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But still for years they never had	M
Been known a sheep to lose	N
Old Billy Gladstone managed it	O
And you can bet your shoes	N
He'd scores of supers under him	P
And droves of jackaroos	N
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Old Billy had an eagle eye	Q
And kept his wits about	R
If any chaps got trespassing	S
He quickly cleared 'em out	R
And coves that used to work a cross	N
They hated him no doubt	R
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But still he managed it in style	T
Until the times got dry	Q
And Billy gave the supers word	U
To see and mind their eye	Q
If any paddocks gets a fire	V
I'll know the reason why	Q
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Now on this point old Bill was sure	W
Because for many a year	X
Whenever times got dry at all	Y
As sure as you are here	Z
The Paddymelon Flat got burnt	A2
Which Bill thought rather queer	X
	-
He sent his smartest supers there	B2
To try and keep things right	C2
No use The grass was always dry	Q
They'd go to sleep at night	C2
And when they woke they'd go and find	D2
The whole concern alight	C2
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One morning it was very hot	E2
The sun rose in a haze	N
Old Bill was cutting down some trees	N
One of his little ways	N
A black boy came hot foot to say	N
The Flat was in a blaze	N
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Old Bill he swears a fearful oath	F2
And lets the tommy fall	Y
Says he 'll take this business up	G2
And fix it once for all	Y
If this goes on the cursed run	A
Will send us to the wall	Y
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So he withdrew his trespass suits	N
He'd one with Dutchy's boss	N
In prosecutions criminal	H2
He entered nolle pros	N
But these were neither here nor there	B2
They always meant a loss	N
	-
And off to Paddymelon Flat	F
He started double quick	I2
Drayloads of men with lots of grog	J2
Lest heat should make them sick	I2
And all the strangers came around	H
To see him do the trick	I2
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And there the fire was flaming bright	C2
For miles and miles it spread	K2
And many a sheep and horse and cow	L2
Were numbered with the dead	K2
The super came to meet Old Bill	G
And this is what he said	K2
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No use to try to beat it out	R
'Twill dry you up like toast	M2
I've done as much as man can do	N2
Although I never boast	M2
I think you'd better chuck it up	G2
And let the jumbucks roast	M2
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Then Bill said just two words You're sacked	O2
And pitches off his coat	P2
And wrenches down a blue gum bough	L2
And clears his manly throat	P2
And into it like threshing wheat	Q2
Right sturdily he smote	Q2
	-
And beat the blazing grass until	G
His shirt was dripping wet	Q2
And all the people watched him there	B2
To see what luck he'd get	Q2
Gosh don't he make the cinders fly	Q
And Golly don't he sweat	Q2
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But though they worked like Trojans all	Y
The fire still went ahead	Q2
So far as you could see around	Q2
The very skies were red	Q2
Sometimes the flames would start afresh	R2
Just where they thought it dead	Q2
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His men too quarreled 'mongst themselves	N
And some coves gave it best	Q2
And some said Light a fire in front	Q2
And burn from east to west	Q2
But Bill he still kept sloggin' in	S2
And never took no rest	Q2
	-
Then through the crowd a cornstalk kid	Q2
Come ridin' to the spot	Q2
Says he to Bill Now take a spell	T2
You're lookin' very 'ot	Q2
And if you'll only listen why	Q
I'll tell you what is what	Q2
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These coves as set your grass on fire	V
There ain't no mortal doubt	Q2
I've seen 'em ridin' here and there	B2
And pokin' round about	Q2
It ain't no use your workin' here	Z
Until you finds them out	Q2
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See yonder where you beat the fire	V
It's blazin' up again	U2
And fires are starting right and left	Q2
On Tipperary Plain	V2
Beating them out is useless quite	Q2
Unless Heaven sends the rain	V2
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Then Bill he turns upon the boy	W2
Oh hold your tongue you pup	G2
But a cinder blew across the creek	X2
While Bill stopped for a sup	G2
And fired the Albion paddocks too	Q2
It was a bitter cup	G2
Old Bill's heart was broke at last	Q2
He had to chuck it up	G2
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Moral	H2
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The run is England's Empire great	Q2
The fire is the distress	N
That burns the stock they represent	Q2
Prosperity you'll guess	N
And the blue gum bough is the Home Rule Bill	G
That's making such a mess	N
	-
And Ireland green of course I mean	Y2
By Paddymelon Flat	Q2
All men can see the fire of course	N
Spreads on at such a bat	Q2
But who are setting it alight	Q2
I cannot tell you that	Q2
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But this I think all men will see	N
And hold it very true	Q2
Don't quarrel with effects until	G
The cause is brought to view	Q2
What is the cause That cornstalk boy	W2
He seemed to think he knew	Q2

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