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We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave	A
At the foot of the Eaglehawk	B
We fashioned a cross on the old man's grave	A
For fear that his ghost might walk	B
We carved his name on a bloodwood tree	C
With the date of his sad decease	D
And in place of Died from effects of spree	C
We wrote May he rest in peace	D
For Bob was known on the Overland	E
A regular old bush wag	B
Tramping along in the dust and sand	E
Humping his well worn swag	B
He would camp for days in the river bed	F
And loiter and fish for whales	G
I'm into the swagman's yard he said	F
And I never shall find the rails	G
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But he found the rails on that summer night	H
For a better place or worse	I
As we watched by turns in the flickering light	H
With an old black gin for nurse	I
The breeze came in with the scent of pine	J
The river sounded clear	K
When a change came on and we saw the sign	J
That told us the end was near	K
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He spoke in a cultured voice and low	L
I fancy they've 'sent the route'	H
I once was an army man you know	L
Though now I'm a drunken brute	H
But bury me out where the bloodwoods wave	A
And if ever you're fairly stuck	B
Just take and shovel me out of the grave	A
And maybe I'll bring you luck	B
For I've always heard here his voice grew weak	B
His strength was wellnigh sped	H
He gasped and struggled and tried to speak	B
Then fell in a moment dead	H
Thus ended a wasted life and hard	H
Of energies misapplied	H
Old Bob was out of the swagman's yard	H
And over the Great Divide	H
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The drought came down on the field and flock	B
And never a raindrop fell	M
Though the tortured moans of the starving stock	B
Might soften a fiend from hell	M
And we thought of the hint that the swagman gave	A
When he went to the Great Unseen	N
We shovelled the skeleton out of the grave	A
To see what his hint might mean	N
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We dug where the cross and the grave posts were	O
We shovelled away the mould	H
When sudden a vein of quartz lay bare	P
All gleaming with yellow gold	H
'Twas a reef with never a fault nor baulk	B
That ran from the range's crest	H
And the richest mine on the Eaglehawk	B
Is known as The Swagman's Rest	H

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