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The Leaders of millions the lords of the lands	A
Who sway the wide world with their will	B
And shake the great globe with the strength of their hands	A
Flash past us unnoticed by Bill	B
The elders of science who measure the spheres	C
And weigh the vast bulk of the sun	D
Who see the grand lights beyond aeons of years	C
Are less than a bullock to one	D
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The singers that sweeten all time with their song	E
Pure voices that make us forget	F
Humanity s drama of marvellous wrong	E
To Bill are as mysteries yet	F
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By thunders of battle and nations uphurled	F
Bill s sympathies never were stirred	F
The helmsmen who stand at the wheel of the world	F
By him are unknown and unheard	F
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What trouble has Bill for the ruin of lands	A
Or the quarrels of temple and throne	G
So long as the whip that he holds in his hands	A
And the team that he drives are his own	G
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As straight and as sound as a slab without crack	H
Our Bill is a king in his way	I
Though he camps by the side of a shingle track	H
And sleeps on the bed of his dray	I
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A whip lash to him is as dear as a rose	J
Would be to a delicate maid	F
He carries his darlings wherever he goes	J
In a pocket book tattered and frayed	F
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The joy of a bard when he happens to write	F
A song like the song of his dream	K
Is nothing at all to our hero s delight	F
In the pluck and the strength of his team	K
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For the kings of the earth for the faces august	F
Of princes the millions may shout	F
To Bill as he lumbers along in the dust	F
A bullock s the grandest thing out	F
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His four footed friends are the friends of his choice	L
No lover is Bill of your dames	M
But the cattle that turn at the sound of his voice	L
Have the sweetest of features and names	M
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A father s chief joy is a favourite son	D
When he reaches some eminent goal	N
But the pride of Bill s heart is the hairy legged one	D
That pulls with a will at the pole	N
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His dray is no living responsible thing	O
But he gives it the gender of life	P
And seeing his fancy is free in the wing	O
It suits him as well as a wife	P
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He thrives like an Arab Between the two wheels	Q
Is his bedroom where lying up curled	F
He thinks for himself like a sultan and feels	Q
That his home is the best in the world	F
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For even though cattle like subjects will break	R
At times from the yoke and the band	F
Bill knows how to act when his rule is at stake	R
And is therefore a lord of the land	F
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Of course he must dream but be sure that his dreams	S
If happy must compass alas	T
Fat bullocks at feed by improbable streams	S
Knee deep in improbable grass	T
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No poet is Bill for the visions of night	F
To him are as visions of day	I
And the pipe that in sleep he endeavours to light	F
Is the pipe that he smokes on the dray	I
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To the mighty magnificent temples of God	F
In the hearts of the dominant hills	U
Bill s eyes are as blind as the fire blackened clod	F
That burns far away from the rills	U
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Through beautiful bountiful forests that screen	V
A marvel of blossoms from heat	F
Whose lights are the mellow and golden and green	V
Bill walks with irreverent feet	F
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The manifold splendours of mountain and wood	F
By Bill like nonentities slip	W
He loves the black myrtle because it is good	F
As a handle to lash to his whip	W
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And thus through the world with a swing in his tread	F
Our hero self satisfied goes	U
With his cabbage tree hat on the back of his head	F
And the string of it under his nose	U
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Poor bullocky Bill In the circles select	F
Of the scholars he hasn t a place	U
But he walks like a man with his forehead erect	F
And he looks at God s day in the face	U
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For rough as he seems he would shudder to wrong	E
A dog with the loss of a hair	X
And the angels of shine and superlative song	E
See his heart and the deity there	X
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Few know him indeed but the beauty that glows	U
In the forest is loveliness still	B
And Providence helping the life of the rose	U
Is a Friend and a Father to Bill	B

Henry Kendall

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