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As I lie at rest on a patch of clover	A
In the Western Park when the day is done	B
I watch as the wild black swans fly over	A
With their phalanx turned to the sinking sun	B
And I hear the clang of their leader crying	C
To a lagging mate in the rearward flying	C
And they fade away in the darkness dying	C
Where the stars are mustering one by one	B
O ye wild black swans 'twere a world of wonder	A
For a while to join in your westward flight	D
With the stars above and the dim earth under	A
Trough the cooling air of the glorious night	D
As we swept along on our pinions winging	C
We should catch the chime of a church bell ringing	C
Or the distant note of a torrent singing	C
Or the far off flash of a station light	D
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From the northern lakes with the reeds and rushes	E
Where the hills are clothed with a purple haze	F
Where the bell birds chime and the songs of thrushes	E
Make music sweet in the jungle maze	F
They will hold their course to the westward ever	A
Till they reach the banks of the old grey river	A
Where the waters wash and the reed beds quiver	A
In the burning heat of the summer days	F
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O ye strange wild birds will ye bear a greeting	C
To the folk that live in that western land	G
Then for every sweep of your pinions beating	C
Ye shall bear a wish to the sunburnt band	G
To the stalwart men who are stoutly fighting	C
With the heat and drought and the dust storm smiting	C
Yet whose life somehow has a strong inviting	C
When once to the work they have put their hand	G
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Facing it yet O my friend stout hearted	H
What does it matter for rain or shine	I
For the hopes deferred and the grain departed	H
Nothing could conquer that heart of thine	I
And thy health and strength are beyond confessing	C
As the only joys that are worth possessing	C
May the days to come be as rich in blessing	C
As the days we spent in the auld lang syne	I
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I would fain go back to the old grey river	A
To the old bush days when our hearts were light	D
But alas those days they have fled for ever	A
They are like the swans that have swept from sight	D
And I know full well that the strangers' faces	E
Would meet us now is our dearest places	E
For our day is dead and has left no traces	E
But the thoughts that live in my mind to night	D
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There are folk long dead and our hearts would sicken	I
We should grieve for them with a bitter pain	I
If the past could live and the dead could quicken	I
We then might turn to that life again	I
But on lonely nights we should hear them calling	C
We should hear their steps on the pathways falling	C
We should loathe the life with a hate appalling	C
In our lonely rides by the ridge and plain	I
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In the silent park a scent of clover	A
And the distant roar of the town is dead	J
And I hear once more as the swans fly over	A
Their far off clamour from overhead	J
They are flying west by their instinct guided	H
And for man likewise is his rate decided	K
And griefs apportioned and joys divided	H
By a mightly power with a purpose dread	J

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