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MY HUT is built of stringy bark the window s calico	A
The furniture a gin case one bush table and a bunk	B
Thick as wheat on my selection does the towering timber grow	A
And the stately blue gums taproots to the bedrock all are sunk	B
Then the ferns spring up like nettles	C
And the ti tree comes and settles	C
On my clearing if I spell oh for a week	D
But I work for love of labour	E
Since I ve got a handy neighbour	E
And Miss Nellie s come to live along the creek	D
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Time was when Death sat by me and he stalked me through the trees	F
Then my arm was weak as water and my heart a weary thing	G
I was sullen as a wombat on such still wan days as these	F
And my wedges all were rusty and my axe had lost its ring	G
Then a fear like sickness bound me	H
And I cursed the trees around me	H
For quite hopeless seemed the struggle I d begun	I
And at night time cowed and sinking	G
I would sit there thinking thinking	G
Gazing grimly down the barrels of my gun	I
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Then I felt the bush must crush me with its dreadful brooding wings	J
And its voices seemed to mock me till I thought that I was mad	K
Like the mopoke and the jackass and the other loony things	J
For beside my old dog Brumbie not a living mate I had	K
Then each sapling was a giant	L
And the stumps were all defiant	L
And my friends were very few and far to seek	D
But the bush is bright and splendid	M
And my melancholy s ended	M
Since Miss Nellie came to live along the creek	D
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I would swear she was the sweetest if the world was full of girls	N
She s as graceful as a sapling and her waist is neat and slim	O
She is dimpled o er with smiling and has glossy golden curls	N
And her eyes peep out like violets neath her sunhat s jealous rim	O
If I think I see her flitting	G
On the sun crowned hill or sitting	G
Neath the fern fronds where the creek sleeps deep and cool	P
Then my stroke is straight and steady	H
And the white chips run and eddy	H
And I laugh aloud at nothing like a fool	P
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Now my axe rings like a sabre and my heart exults with pride	Q
When the green gums sweep the scrub down and they thunder and rebound	R
And then lie with limbs all shattered reaching out on either side	Q
Like giants killed in battle with their faces to the ground	R
Now the bush has many pleasures	S
And a wondrous store of treasures	S
And a thousand tales its eerie voices speak	D
But its strange night hushes seeming	G
Sent to lure to mystic dreaming	G
Have no terrors now Miss Nellie s on the creek	D
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I am happy when the thunder bumps and bellows on the hill	T
And the tall trees writhe and wrestle with the fury of the gale	U
Or when sunshine floods the clearing and the bushland is so still	T
That I hear the creek s low waters tinkle tinkle on the shale	U
In the thought that she is near me	H
There s a charm to lift and cheer me	H
And a power that makes me mighty seems to flow	A
From Miss Nellie s distant coo ey	V
Or her twin lips red and dewy	H
When she comes by here and shyly calls me Joe	A
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She can work from dawn to nightfall and look handsome all the day	W
At her smile my garden flourished and the vines grew green and strong	X
And the bush falls back before it and it strikes the scrub away	W
For it lingers ever with me and it stirs me like a song	X
Now I labour in all weathers	S
And the logs are merest feathers	S
Nor my heart nor yet my hand is ever weak	D
And a higher thing my prize is	Y
Than all else that life comprises	Z
Pretty Nell who s come to live along the creek	D

Edward George Dyson

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