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Kelly the Ranger half opened an eye	A
To wink at the Army passing by	A
While his hot breath thick with the taint of beer	B
Came forth from his lips in a drunken jeer	B
Brown and bearded and long of limb	C
He lay as the Army confronted him	C
And clad in grey one and all did pray	D
That his deadly sins might be washed away	D
But Kelly stubbornly answered 'Nay '	E
Then the captain left him in mild despair	F
But before the music took up its blare	F
A pale faced lassie stepped out and spoke	G
A little sad girl in a sad grey cloak	G
'Rise up Kelly your work's to do	H
Kelly the Saviour's a calling you '	E
He strove to look wise rubbed at his eyes	I
Looked down at the ground looked up at the skies	I
And something that p'r'aps was his conscience stirred	J
He seemed perplexed as again he heard	J
The girl with the garments of saddest hue	H
Say 'Kelly the Saviour's a calling you '	E
He got on his knees and thence to his feet	K
And stumbled away down the dusty street	K
Contrived to cadge at the pub a drink	L
But still in his ear the glasses chink	L
And jingle only the one refrain	M
Clear as the lassie's voice again	N
'Kelly Kelly come here to me	O
Kelly the Rager I've work for thee '	E
He trembled and dropped the tumbler and slopped	K
The beer on the counter the barman stopped	K
With a curious eye on his haggard face	P
'Kelly old fellow you're going the pace	P
Don't you fancy it's time to take	Q
A pull on yourself put your foot on the brake	Q
You'll have the horrors without a doubt	K
This time next week if you don't look out '	E
But he didn't he sobered himself that night	K
'That time next week' he was nearly right	K
Yet still at the mill though he'd stopped the grog	R
As the saw bit into the green pine log	S
The wood shrieked out to him in its pain	M
A fragment caught of the same refrain	M
As the swift teeth cut and the sawdust flew	H
'Kelly Kelly I've work for you '	E
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Then the seasons fell and the floods came down	T
And laid the dust in the frightened town	T
No more the beat of hoofs and feet	K
Was heard the length of the crooked street	K
For leaving counter and desk and till	U
All had fled to the far sandhill	U
But everywhere that a man might dare	F
Risk life to save it Kelly was there	F
No more the voice had a tale to tell	V
He'd found his work and he did it well	V
Who stripped leggings and hat and coat	K
To swim the lagoon to reach the boat	K
Who pushed out in the dead of night	K
At the mute appeal of a beacon light	K
Who was blessed by the women then	N
And who was cheered by the stalwart men	N
As he shot the rapids above the town	T
With two pale Smiths and a weeping Brown	T
Landing them safe from his cockle shell	V
Woefully frightened but safe and well	V
With their friends on the sandhill all secure	W
Who but Kelly you may be sure	W
	-
They reckoned the heads up one by one	X
And he sighed as he thought that the work was done	X
But soon found out that 'twas not begun	X
They counted away till it came to pass	Y
They missed the little Salvation lass	Y
She'd been to pray with a man who lay	D
Sick on the river shore far away	D
Men looked askance and the women smote	K
Their hands in grief as he launched the boat	K
He turned as he cast the painter loose	Z
'Who'll make another It's little use	Z
My going alone for I'm nearly done	X
And from here to the point is a stiffish run '	-
Then one stepped forward and took an oar	A2
And the boat shot out for the other shore	A2
To and fro where the gums hang low	B2
And bar their passage the comrades row	B2
Hard up stream where the waters race	P
Steady where floating branches lace	P
Through many a danger and sharp escape	C2
And catch of breath as the timbers scrape	C2
And thrill to the touch of some river shape	C2
Till at last the huts on the point draw near	B
And over their shoulders the boatmen peer	B
	-
The flood was running from door to door	A2
Two feet six on the earthen floor	A2
Half way up to the bed it ran	D2
Where two pale women and one sick man	D2
Crouched and looked at the water's rise	I
With horror set in their staring eyes	I
While the children wept as the water crept	K
But how the blood to their hearts high leapt	K
As over the threshold the rescuers stepped	K
And wrapped in blanket and shawl and coat	K
Carried the saved to the crazy boat	K
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Then Kelly circled the little lass	Y
With his strong right arm and as in a glass	Y
Saw himself in her eyes that shone	E2
Sweet in a face that was drawn and wan	F2
And he felt that for her life he'd give his own	E2
Too short a moment her cheek was pressed	K
Close to the beat of his spray wet breast	K
While her hair just lay like a golden ray	D
The last farewell of a passing day	D
Gently he settled her down in the stern	G2
With a tender smile and had time to turn	G2
To look to the others and then he saw	H2
That the craft was full and could hold no more	A2
He looked at the party old young and sick	I2
While he had no tie neither wife nor chick	I2
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Then with a shove he sent out the boat	K
Far on the turbid stream afloat	K
'Pull ' said Kelly 'now pull ' said he	O
'Pull with your load and come back for me	O
You may be late but at any rate	K
I'm better able than you to wait '	-
They pulled and looking back saw him stand	K
Shading his eyes with his big rough hand	K
Silent patient and smiling faced	K
With the water curling around his waist	K
	-
Return they did but they found him not	K
Nought but the chimney then marked the spot	K
They found him not when the boat went back	J2
Never a trace of him never a track	J2
Only the sigh and the dreary cry	A
Of the gums that had wept to see him die	A
These alone had a tale to tell	V
Of a life that had ended passing well	V
The sad refrain of a hero's fate	K
Tuned in a tongue we may not translate	K
	-
Facing Death with a stout brave heart	K
Choosing the nobler and better part	K
Home to the land of eternal sun	X
Kelly had gone for his work was done	X

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