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The western sun ere he sought his lair	A
Skimm'd the treetops and glancing thence	B
Rested awhile on the curling hair	A
Of Kitty McCrae by the boundary fence	B
Her eyes looked anxious her cheeks were pale	C
For father was two hours late with the mail	C
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Never before had he been so late	D
And Kitty wondered and wished him back	E
Leaning athwart the big swing gate	D
That opens out on the bridle track	E
A tortuous path that sidled down	F
From the single street of a mining town	F
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With her raven curls and her saucy smile	G
Brown eyes that glow with a changeful light	H
Tenderly trembling all the while	G
Like a brace of stars on the breast of night	H
Where could you find in the light of day	I
A bonnier lassie than Kitty McCrae	I
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Born in the saddle this girl could ride	J
Like the fearless queen of the silver bow	K
And nothing that ever was lapped in hide	J
Could frighten Kitty McCrae I trow	L
She would wheel a mob in the hour of need	M
If the Devil himself were in the lead	N
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But now in the shadows' deepening	O
When the last sun spark had ceas'd to burn	P
Afar she catches the sullen ring	O
Of horse hoofs swinging around the turn	P
Then painfully down the narrow trail	C
Comes Alex McCrae with the Greytown mail	C
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The fever and ague my girl he said	N
'Twas all I got on that northern trip	Q
When it left me then I was well nigh dead	N
Has got me fast in its iron grip	Q
And I'd rather rot in the nearest gaol	C
Than ride to night with the Greytown mail	C
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At Golden Gully they heard to day	I
'Twas a common topic about the town	F
That the Mulligan gang were around this way	I
So they wouldn't despatch the gold dust down	F
And Brown the manager said he thought	R
'Twere wise to wait for a strong escort	S
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I rode the leaders the other nags	T
I left with the coach at the Travellers' Rest	U
Kitty my lass you must take the bags	T
Postboy I reckon's about the best	U
'Tis dark I know but he'll never fail	C
To take you down with the Greytown mail	C
	-
It needed no further voice to urge	V
This dutiful daughter to eager haste	W
She donned the habit of rough blue serge	V
That hung in folds from her slender waist	W
And Postboy stood by the stockyard rail	C
While she mounted behind the Greytown mail	C
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Dark points the rest of him iron grey	I
Boasting no strain of expensive blood	X
Down steepest hill he could pick his way	I
And never was baulked by a winter flood	X
Strong as a lion hard as a nail	C
Was the horse that carried the Greytown mail	C
	-
A nag that really seemed to be	Y
Fit for a hundred miles at a push	Z
With the old Manaro pedigree	Y
By Furious Rising out of The Bush	Z
Run in when a colt from a mountain mob	A2
By Brian O'Flynn and Dusty Bob	A2
	-
And Postboy's bosom was filled with pride	J
As he felt the form of his mistress sway	I
In its easy grace to his swinging stride	J
As he dashed along down the narrow way	I
No prettier Mercury I'll go bail	C
Than Kitty ere carried a Guv'nment mail	C
	-
Leaving the edge of O'Connor's Hill	C
They merrily scattered the drops of dew	B2
In the spanning of many a tiny rill	C
Whose bubbling waters were hid from view	B2
In quick step time to the curlew's wail	C
Rode Kitty McCrae with the Greytown mail	C
	-
Sidling the Range by a narrow path	C2
Where towering mountain ash trees grow	L
And a slip meant more than an icy bath	C2
In the tumbling waters that foamed below	L
Through the white fog filling each silent vale	C
Rode Kitty McCrae with the Greytown mail	C
	-
The forest shadows became less dense	B
They fairly flew down the river fall	C
As out from the shade of an old brush fence	B
Stepped three armed men with a sudden call	C
Sharp and stern came the well known hail	C
Stand for we want the Greytown mail	C
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Postboy swerved with a mighty bound	D2
As an outlaw clung to his bridle rein	E2
A hoof stroke flattened him on the ground	D2
With a curse that was half a cry of pain	E2
While Kitty trembling and rather pale	C
Rode for life and the Greytown mail	C
	-
To save the bags was her only thought	R
As she bent 'fore the whistle of angry lead	N
That follow'd the flash and the sharp report	S
But Oh you cowards was all she said	N
Fast as fast as the leaden hail	C
Kitty rode on with the Greytown mail	C
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Safe ah no for a tiny stream	F2
On Postboy's coat left its crimson mark	G2
Still she rode on but t'was in a dream	F2
Through lands where shadows fell drear and dark	G2
Like a wounded sea bird before the gale	C
Fled Kitty McCrae with the Greytown mail	C
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And ever the crimson life stream drips	H2
For every hoof stroke a drop of blood	X
From feeble fingers the bridle slips	H2
As down the Warrigal Flat they scud	X
And just where the Redbank workings lie	C
She reels and falls with a feeble cry	C
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The old horse slacken'd his racing pace	I2
When he found the saddle his only load	J2
And nervously sniffed at the still pure face	I2
That lay upturned in the dusty road	J2
Like a gathered rose in the heat of day	I
She droop'd and faded Kitty McCrae	I
	-
Did Postboy stay by the dead girl's side	J
Not he Relieved of her feather weight	D
He woke the echoes with measured stride	J
Galloping up to the postal gate	D
Blood dust and sweat from head to tail	C
A riderless horse with the Greytown mail	C
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And now a river oak drooping weeps	K2
In ceaseless sorrow above the grave	L2
On the lush green flat where Kitty sleeps	K2
Hush'd by the river's lapping wave	L2
That ever tells to the trees the tale	C
Of how she rode with the Greytown mail	C

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