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We are wondering why those fellows who are writing cheerful ditties	A
Of the rosy times out droving and the dust and death of cities	A
Do not leave the dreary office ask a drover for a billet	B
And enjoy the views the campfires and the freedom while they fill it	C
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If it s fun to travel cattle or to picnic with merinoes	A
Well the drover doesn t see it few poetic raptures he knows	A
As for sleeping on the plains beneath the pale moon always seen there	D
That is most appreciated by the man who s never been there	D
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And the balmy air the horses and the wondrous constellations	A
The possum rugs and billies and the tough and musty rations	A
It s strange they only please the swell in urban streets residing	E
Where the trams are always handy if he has a taste for riding	E
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We have travelled far with cattle for the very best of reasons	A
For a living we ve gone droving in all latitudes and seasons	A
But have never had a mate content with pleasures of this kidney	F
And who wouldn t change his blisses for a flutter down in Sydney	F
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Night watches are delightful when the stars are really splendid	G
To the sentimental stranger but his joy is quickly ended	G
When the rain comes down in sluice heads or the cutting hailstones pelter	D
And the sheep drift with the blizzard and the horses bolt for shelter	D
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Don t imagine we are soured but it s peculiarly annoying	E
To be told by city writers of the pleasures we re enjoying	E
When perhaps we ve nothing better than some fluky water handy	F
Whilst the scribes in showy bar rooms take iced seltzer with their brandy	F
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The dust in town is nothing to the dust the drover curses	A
And the dust a drover swallows and the awful thirst he nurses	A
When he s on the hard macadam where the wethers cannot browse and	H
The sirocco drives right at him and he follows twenty thousand	H
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This droving on the plain is really charming when the weather	D
Isn t hot enough to curl the soles right off your upper leather	D
Or so cold that when the morning wind comes hissing through the grasses	A
You can feel it cut your eyelids like a whip lash as it passes	A
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There are bull ants in the blankets wicked horses cramps and skeeters	A
And a drinking boss like Halligan or one like Humpy Peters	A
Who is mean about the rations and a flowing stream of curses	A
From the break of day to camping through good fortune and reverses	A
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Yes we wonder why the fellows who are building chipper ditties	A
Of the rosy times out droving and the dust and death of cities	A
Do not quit the stuffy office ask old Peters for a billet	B
And enjoy the stars the camp fires and the freedom while they fill it	C

Edward George Dyson

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