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A day of seeming innocence	A
A glorious sun and sky	B
And just above my picket fence	C
Black Bonnet passing by	B
In knitted gloves and quaint old dress	D
Without a spot or smirch	E
Her worn face lit with peacefulness	F
Old Granny goes to church	E
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Her hair is richly white like milk	G
That long ago was fair	H
And glossy still the old black silk	G
She keeps for chapel wear	H
Her bonnet of a bygone style	I
That long has passed away	J
She must have kept a weary while	I
Just as it is to day	J
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The parasol of days gone by	B
Old days that seemed the best	K
The hymn and prayer books carried high	B
Against her warm thin breast	K
As she had clasped come smiles come tears	L
Come hardship aye and worse	M
On market days through faded years	N
The slender household purse	M
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Although the road is rough and steep	O
She takes it with a will	P
For since she hushed her first to sleep	O
Her way has been uphill	P
Instinctively I bare my head	Q
A sinful one alas	R
Whene'er I see by church bells led	Q
Brave Old Black Bonnet pass	R
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For she has known the cold and heat	S
And dangers of the Track	T
Has fought bush fires to save the wheat	S
And little home Out Back	T
By barren creeks the Bushman loves	U
By stockyard hut and pen	V
The withered hands in those old gloves	U
Have done the work of men	V
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They called it Service long ago	W
When Granny yet was young	X
And in the chapel sweet and low	W
As girls her daughters sung	X
And when in church she bends her head	Q
But not as others do	Y
She sees her loved ones and her dead	Q
And hears their voices too	Y
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Fair as the Saxons in her youth	Z
Not forward and not shy	B
And strong in healthy life and truth	Z
As after years went by	B
She often laughed with sinners vain	A2
Yet passed from faith to sight	B2
God gave her beauty back again	V
The more her hair grew white	B2
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She came out in the Early Days	C2
Green seas and blue and grey	J
The village fair and English ways	C2
Seemed worlds and worlds away	J
She fought the haunting loneliness	F
Where brooding gum trees stood	D2
And won through sickness and distress	D
As Englishwomen could	D2
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By verdant swath and ivied wall	E2
The congregation's seen	F2
White nothings where the shadows fall	E2
Black blots against the green	F2
The dull suburban people meet	S
And buzz in little groups	G2
While down the white steps to the street	S
A quaint old figure stoops	G2
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And then along my picket fence	C
Where staring wallflowers grow	W
World wise Old Age and Common sense	C
Black Bonnet nodding slow	W
But not alone for on each side	H2
A little dot attends	I2
In snowy frock and sash of pride	H2
And these are Granny's friends	I2
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To them her mind is clear and bright	B2
Her old ideas are new	Y
They know her real talk is right	B2
Her fairy talk is true	Y
And they converse as grown ups may	J
When all the news is told	J2
The one so wisely young to day	J
The two so wisely old	J2
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At home with dinner waiting there	H
She smooths her hair and face	K2
And puts her bonnet by with care	H
And dons a cap of lace	K2
The table minds its p's and q's	L2
Lest one perchance be hit	M2
By some rare dart which is a part	N2
Of her old fashioned wit	M2
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Her son and son's wife are asleep	O
She puts her apron on	O2
The quiet house is hers to keep	O
With all the youngsters gone	P2
There's scarce a sound of dish on dish	E
Or cup slipped into cup	Q2
When left alone as is her wish	E
Black Bonnet washes up	Q2

Henry Lawson

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