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IN dark wild woods where the lone owl broods	A
And the dingoes nightly yell	B
Where the curlew s cry goes floating by	C
We splitters of shingles dwell	B
And all day through from the time of the dew	D
To the hour when the mopoke calls	A
Our mallets ring where the woodbirds sing	E
Sweet hymns by the waterfalls	A
And all night long we are lulled by the song	F
Of gales in the grand old trees	A
And in the breaks we can hear the lakes	A
And the moan of the distant seas	A
For afar from heat and dust of street	G
And hall and turret and dome	H
In forest deep where the torrents leap	I
Is the shingle splitter s home	H
	-
The dweller in town may lie upon down	J
And own his palace and park	K
We envy him not his prosperous lot	L
Though we slumber on sheets of bark	K
Our food is rough but we have enough	M
Our drink is better than wine	N
For cool creeks flow wherever we go	O
Shut in from the hot sunshine	N
Though rude our roof it is weather proof	P
And at the end of the days	A
We sit and smoke over yarn and joke	Q
By the bush fire s sturdy blaze	A
For away from din and sorrow and sin	R
Where troubles but rarely come	S
We jog along like a merry song	F
In the shingle splitter s home	H
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What though our work he heavy we shirk	T
From nothing beneath the sun	U
And toil is sweet to those who can eat	G
And rest when the day is done	U
In the Sabbath time we hear no chime	V
No sound of the Sunday bells	A
But yet Heaven smiles on the forest aisles	A
And God in the woodland dwells	A
We listen to notes from the million throats	A
Of chorister birds on high	C
Our psalm is the breeze in the lordly trees	A
And our dome is the broad blue sky	C
Oh a brave frank life unsmitten by strife	W
We live wherever we roam	H
And our hearts are free as the great strong sea	A
In the shingle splitter s home	H

Henry Kendall

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