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So you're back from up the country Mister Lawson where you went	A
And you're cursing all the business in a bitter discontent	A
Well we grieve to disappoint you and it makes us sad to hear	B
That it wasn't cool and shady and there wasn't whips of beer	C
And the looney bullock snorted when you first came into view	D
Well you know it's not so often that he sees a swell like you	D
And the roads were hot and dusty and the plains were burnt and brown	E
And no doubt you're better suited drinking lemon squash in town	E
Yet perchance if you should journey down the very track you went	A
In a month or two at furthest you would wonder what it meant	A
Where the sunbaked earth was gasping like a creature in its pain	F
You would find the grasses waving like a field of summer grain	F
And the miles of thirsty gutters blocked with sand and choked with mud	G
You would find them mighty rivers with a turbid sweeping flood	G
For the rain and drought and sunshine make no changes in the street	H
In the sullen line of buildings and the ceaseless tramp of feet	H
But the bush has moods and changes as the seasons rise and fall	I
And the men who know the bush land they are loyal through it all	I
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But you found the bush was dismal and a land of no delight	J
Did you chance to hear a chorus in the shearers' huts at night	J
Did they 'rise up William Riley' by the camp fire's cheery blaze	K
Did they rise him as we rose him in the good old droving days	K
And the women of the homesteads and the men you chanced to meet	H
Were their faces sour and saddened like the 'faces in the street'	H
And the 'shy selector children' were they better now or worse	L
Than the little city urchins who would greet you with a curse	L
Is not such a life much better than the squalid street and square	M
Where the fallen women flaunt it in the fierce electric glare	M
Wher the sempstress plies her needle till her eyes are sore and red	H
In a filthy dirty attic toiling on for daily bread	H
Did you hear no sweeter voices in the music of the bush	N
Than the roar of trams and buses and the war whoop of 'the push'	N
Did the magpies rouse your slumbers with their carol sweet and strange	O
Did you hear the silver chiming of the bell birds on the range	O
But perchance the wild birds' music by your senses was despised	H
For you say you'll stay in townships till the bush is civilized	H
Would you make it a tea garden and on Sundays have a band	H
Where the 'blokes' might take their 'donahs' with a 'public' close at hand	H
You had better stick to Sydney and make merry with the 'push'	N
For the bush will never suit you and you'll never suit the bush	N

Banjo Paterson

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