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Simson settled in the timber when his arm was strong and true	A
And his form was straight and limber and he wrought the long day through	A
In a struggle single handed and the trees fell slowly back	B
Twenty thousand giants banded gainst a solitary jack	B
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Through the fiercest days of summer you might hear his keen axe ring	C
And re echo in the ranges hear his twanging crosscut sing	C
There the great gums swayed and whispered and the birds were skyward blown	D
As the circling hills saluted o er a bush king overthrown	D
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Clearing grubbing in the gloaming strong in faith the man descried	E
Heifers sleek and horses roaming in his paddocks green and wide	E
Heard a myriad corn blades rustle in the breeze s soft caress	F
And in every thew and muscle felt a joyous mightiness	F
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So he felled the stubborn forest hacked and hewed with tireless might	E
And a conqueror s peace went with him to his fern strewn bunk at night	E
Forth he strode next morn delighting in the duty to be done	G
Whistling shrilly to the magpies trilling carols to the sun	G
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Back the clustered scrub was driven and the sun fell on the lands	F
And the mighty stumps were riven tween his bare brown corded hands	F
One time flooded sometimes parching still he did the work of ten	H
And his dog leg fence went marching up the hills and down again	H
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By the stony creek whose tiny streams slid o er the sunken boles	F
To their secret silent meetings in the shaded waterholes	F
Soon a garden flourished bravely gemmed with flowers and cool and green	I
While about the hut a busy little wife was always seen	I
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Came a day at length when gazing down the paddock from his door	J
Simson saw his horses grazing where the bush was long before	J
And he heard the joyous prattle of his children on the rocks	F
And the lowing of the cattle and the crowing of the cocks	F
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There was butter for the market there was fruit upon the trees	F
There were eggs potatoes bacon and a tidy lot of cheese	F
Still the struggle was not ended with the timber and the scrub	K
For the mortgage is the toughest stump the settler has to grub	K
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But the boys grew big and bolder one a sturdy brown faced lad	E
With his axe upon his shoulder loved to go to work like dad	E
And another in the saddle took a bush bred native s pride	E
And he boasted he could straddle any nag his dad could ride	E
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Though the work went on and prospered there was still hard work to do	E
There were floods and droughts and bush fires and a touch of pleuro too	E
But they laboured and the future held no prospect to alarm	L
All the settlers said They re stickers up at Peter Simson s farm	L
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One fine evening Pete was resting in the hush of coming night	E
When his boys came in from nesting with a clamorous delight	E
Each displayed a tiny rabbit and the farmer eyed them o er	M
Then he stamped it was his habit and he smote his knee and swore	J
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Two years later Simson s paddock showed dust coloured almost bare	N
And too lean for hope of profit were the cows that pastured there	N
And the man looked ten years older Like the tracks about the place	F
Made by half a million rabbits were the lines on Simson s face	F
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As he fought the bush when younger Simson stripped and fought again	H
Fought the devastating hunger of the plague with might and main	O
Neither moping nor despairing hoping still that times would mend	E
Stubborn browed and sternly facing all the trouble Fate could send	E
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One poor chicken to the acre Simson s land will carry now	P
Starved the locusts have departed rust is thick upon the plough	P
It is vain to think of cattle or to try to raise a crop	Q
For the farmer has gone under and the rabbits are on top	Q
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So the strong true man who wrested from the bush a homestead fair	N
By the rabbits has been bested yet he does not know despair	N
Though begirt with desolation though in trouble and in debt	E
Though his foes pass numeration Peter Simson s fighting yet	E
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He is old too soon and failing but he s game to start anew	E
And he tells his hopeless neighbours what the Gov mint s goin to do	E
Both his girls are in the city seeking places with the rest	E
And his boys are tracking fortune in the melancholy West	E

Edward George Dyson

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