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He crouches and buries his face on his knees	A
And hides in the dark of his hair	B
For he cannot look up to the storm smitten trees	A
Or think of the loneliness there	B
Of the loss and the loneliness there	B
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The wallaroos grope through the tufts of the grass	C
And turn to their coverts for fear	D
But he sits in the ashes and lets them pass	C
Where the boomerangs sleep with the spear	D
With the nullah the sling and the spear	D
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Uloola behold him The thunder that breaks	E
On the tops of the rocks with the rain	F
And the wind which drives up with the salt of the lakes	E
Have made him a hunter again	G
A hunter and fisher again	G
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For his eyes have been full with a smouldering thought	H
But he dreams of the hunts of yore	I
And of foes that he sought and of fights that he fought	H
With those who will battle no more	I
Who will go to the battle no more	I
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It is well that the water which tumbles and fills	J
Goes moaning and moaning along	K
For an echo rolls out from the sides of the hills	J
And he starts at a wonderful song	K
At the sound of a wonderful song	K
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And he sees through the rents of the scattering fogs	L
The corroboree warlike and grim	M
And the lubra who sat by the fire on the logs	L
To watch like a mourner for him	M
Like a mother and mourner for him	M
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Will he go in his sleep from these desolate lands	N
Like a chief to the rest of his race	O
With the honey voiced woman who beckons and stands	N
And gleams like a dream in his face	O
Like a marvellous dream in his face	O

Henry Kendall

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