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An Aboriginal Mother s Lament	A
Charles Harpur	B
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About the year a party of stockmen several of whom were afterwards hanged for the crime made a wholesale slaughter of a small tribe of defenceless blacks one woman only with her infant escaped from the murderers	C
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Still farther would I fly my child	D
To make thee safer yet	E
From the unsparing white man	F
With his dread hand murder wet	E
I ll bear thee on as I have borne	G
With stealthy steps wind fleet	H
But the dark night shrouds the forest	I
And thorns are in my feet	H
O moan not I would give this braid	J
Thy father s gift to me	K
But for a single palmful	L
Of water now for thee	K
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Ah Spring not to his name no more	B
To glad us may he come	M
He is smouldering into ashes	N
Beneath the blasted gum	M
All charred and blasted by the fire	B
The white man kindled there	B
And fed with our slaughtered kindred	O
Till heaven high went its glare	B
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O moan not I would give this braid	J
Thy father s gift to me	K
For but a single palmful	L
Of water now for thee	K
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And but for thee I would their fire	B
Had eaten me as fast	P
Hark Hark I hear his death cry	B
Yet lengthening up the blast	P
But no when that we should fly	B
On the roaring pyre flung bleeding	Q
I saw thy father die	B
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O moan not I would give this braid	J
Thy father s gift to me	K
For but a single palmful	B
Of water now for thee	K
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No more shall his loud tomahawk	R
Be plied to win our cheer	B
Or the shining fish pools darken	S
Beneath his shadowing spear	B
The fading tracks of his fleet foot	T
Shall guide not as before	B
And the mountain spirits mimic	U
His hunting call no more	B
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O moan not I would give this braid	J
Thy father s gift to me	K
For but a single palmful	B
Of water now for thee	K

Charles Harpur

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