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On western plain and eastern hill	A
Where once my fancy ranged	B
The station hands are riding still	A
And they are little changed	B
But I have lost in London gloom	C
The glory of the day	D
The grand perfume of wattle bloom	C
Is faint and far away	D
Brown faces under broad brimmed hats	E
The grip of wiry hands	F
The gallops on the frosty flats	E
Seem dreams of other lands	F
The camp fire and the stars that blaze	G
Above the mystic plain	H
Are but the thoughts of vanished days	G
That never come again	I
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The evening star I seldom view	J
That led me on to roam	K
I never see the morning star	L
That used to draw me home	K
But I have often longed for day	D
To hide the few I see	M
Because they only point and say	D
Most bitter things to me	M
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I wear my life on pavement stones	N
That drag me ever down	O
A paltry slave to little things	P
By custom chained to town	O
I ve lost the strength to strike alone	Q
The heart to do and dare	R
I mind the day I d roll my swag	S
And tramp to God knows where	R
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When I should wait I wander out	T
When I should go I bide	U
I scarcely dare to think about	T
The days when I could ride	U
I would not mount before his eyes	V
Straight Bushman tall and tan	W
I mind the day when I stood up	X
And fought him like a man	W
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I mind the time when I was shy	Y
To meet the brown Bush girls	Z
I ve lunched with lords since then and I	Y
Have been at home with earls	Z
I learned to smile and learned to bow	A2
And lie to ladies gay	S
But to a gaunt Bushwoman now	A2
I d not know what to say	S
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And if I sought her hard bare home	K
From scenes of show and sham	B2
I d sit all ill at ease and fell	C2
The poor weak thing I am	B2
I could not meet her hopeless eyes	V
That look one through and through	J
The haggard woman of the past	D2
Who once thought I was true	J
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But nought on earth can last for aye	Y
And wild with care and pain	H
Some day by chance I ll break away	S
And seek the Bush again	I
And find awhile from bitter years	E2
The rest the Bush can bring	S
And hear perhaps with truer ears	E2
The songs it has to sing	S

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