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From her home beyond the river in the parting of the hills	A
Where the wattles fleecy blossom surged and scattered in the breeze	B
And the tender creepers twined about the chimneys and the sills	A
And the garden flamed with colour like an Eden through the trees	B
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She would come along the gully where the ferns grew golden fair	C
In the stillness of the morning like the spirit of the place	D
With the sunshafts caught and woven in the meshes of her hair	C
And the pink and white of heathbloom sweetly blended in her face	D
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She was fair and small and slender limbed and buoyant as a bird	E
Fresh as wild white dew dipped violets where the bluegum's shadow goes	F
And no music like her laughter in the joyous bush was heard	E
And the glory of her smile was as a sunbeam in a rose	F
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Ben felt mighty at the windlass when she watched him hauling stuff	G
And she asked him many questions 'What was that ' and 'Why was this '	-
Though his bashfulness was painful and he answered like a muff	G
With his foolish 'My word Missie ' and his 'Beg your pardon Miss '	-
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He stood six foot in his bluchers stout of heart and strong of limb	H
For her sake he would have tackled any man or any brute	I
Of her half a score of suitors none could hold a light to him	H
And he owned the richest hole along the Bullock Lead to boot	I
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Yet while Charley Mack and Hogan and the Teddywaddy Skite	I
Put in many pleasant evenings at 'The Bower ' Ben declined	I
And remained a mere outsider and would spend one half the night	I
Waiting hid among the trees to watch her shadow on the blind	I
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He was laughed at on the river and as far as Kiley's Still	J
They would tell of Bashful Gleeson who was 'gone on' Kitty Dwyer	K
But beyond defeating Hogan in a pleasant Sunday mill	J
Gleeson's courtship went no further till the morning of the fire	K
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We were called up in the darkness heard a few excited words	L
In the garden down the flat a Chow was thumping on a gong	M
There were shouts and cooeys on the hills and cries of startled birds	L
But we saw the gum leaves redden and that told us what was wrong	M
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O'er 'The Bower' the red cloud lifted as we sprinted for the punt	I
Gleeson took the river for it in the scanty clothes he wore	N
Dwyer was madly calling Kitty when we joined the men in front	I
Whilst they questioned hoped and wondered Ben was smashing at the door	N
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He went in amongst the smoke and found her room but some have said	I
That he dared not pass the threshold that he lingered in distress	O
Game to face the fire but not to pluck sweet Kitty from her bed	I
And he knocked and asked her timidly to 'please get up and dress '	-
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Once again he called and waited till a keen flame licked his face	D
Then a Spartan like devotion welled within the simple man	P
And he shut his eyes and ventured to invade the sacred place	D
Found the downy couch of Kitty clutched an armful up and ran	P
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True or not we watched and waited and our hearts grew cold and sick	Q
Ere he came we barely caught him as the flame leapt in his hair	C
He had saved the sheets a bolster and the blankets and the tick	Q
But we looked in vain for Kitty pretty Kitty wasn't there	C
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And no wonder whilst we drenched him as he lay upon the ground	I
And her mother wailed entreaties that it wrung our hearts to hear	R
Hill came panting with the tidings that Miss Kitty had been found	I
Clad in white and quite unconscious 'mid the saplings at the rear	S
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We're not certain how it happened but I've heard the women say	T
That 'twas Kitty's work She saw him when the doctor left they vow	U
Swathed in bandages and helpless and she kissed him where he lay	T
Anyhow they're three years married and he isn't bashful now	U

Edward Dyson

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