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Oh don't you remember Black Alice Sam Holt	A
Black Alice so dusky and dark	B
The Warrego gin with the straw through her nose	C
And teeth like a Moreton Bay shark	B
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The terrible sheepwash tobacco she smoked	D
In the gunyah down there by the lake	E
And the grubs that she roasted and the lizards she stewed	F
And the damper you taught her to bake	E
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Oh don't you remember the moon's silver sheen	G
And the Warrego sand ridges white	H
And don't you remember those big bull dog ants	I
We caught in our blankets at night	H
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Oh don't you remember the creepers Sam Holt	A
That scattered their fragrance around	J
And don't you remember that broken down colt	A
You sold me and swore he was sound	J
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And don't you remember that fiver Sam Holt	A
You borrowed so frank and so free	K
When the publican landed your fifty pound cheque	E
At Tambo your very last spree	K
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Luck changes some natures but yours Sammy Holt	A
Was a grand one as ever I see	K
And I fancy I'll whistle a good many tunes	L
Ere you think of that fiver or me	K
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Oh don't you remember the cattle you duffed	A
And your luck at the Sandy Creek rush	M
And the poker you played and the bluffs that you bluffed	A
And your habits of holding a flush	M
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And don't you remember the pasting you got	A
By the boys down in Callaghan's store	N
When Tim Hooligan found a fifth ace in his hand	A
And you holding his pile upon four	N
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You were not the cleanest potato Sam Holt	A
You had not the cleanest of fins	O
But you made your pile on the Towers Sam Holt	A
And that covers the most of your sins	O
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They say you've ten thousand per annum Sam Holt	A
In England a park and a drag	E
Perhaps you forget you were six months ago	E
In Queensland a humping your swag	E
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But who'd think to see you now dining in state	A
With a lord and the devil knows who	P
You were flashing your dover six short months ago	E
In a lambing camp on the Barcoo	E
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When's my time coming Perhaps never I think	E
And it's likely enough your old mate	A
Will be humping his drum on the Hughenden road	A
To the end of the chapter of fate	A

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