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His old clay pipe stuck in his mouth	A
His hat pushed from his brow	B
His dress best fitted for the South	A
I think I see him now	B
And when the city streets are still	C
And sleep upon me comes	D
I often dream that me an' Bill	C
Are humpin' of our drums	D
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I mind the time when first I came	E
A stranger to the land	F
And I was stumped an' sick an' lame	E
When Bill took me in hand	F
Old Bill was what a chap would call	G
A friend in poverty	H
And he was very kind to all	G
And very good to me	H
	-
We'd camp beneath the lonely trees	I
And sit beside the blaze	J
A nursin' of our wearied knees	I
A smokin' of our clays	J
Or when we'd journeyed damp an' far	K
An' clouds were in the skies	L
We'd camp in some old shanty bar	K
And sit a tellin' lies	L
	-
Though time had writ upon his brow	B
And rubbed away his curls	M
He always was an' may be now	B
A favourite with the girls	M
I've heard bush wimmin scream an' squall	G
I've see'd 'em laugh until	C
They could not do their work at all	G
Because of Corny Bill	C
	-
He was the jolliest old pup	N
As ever you did see	H
And often at some bush kick up	N
They'd make old Bill M C	H
He'd make them dance and sing all night	O
He'd make the music hum	P
But he'd be gone at mornin' light	O
A humpin' of his drum	P
	-
Though joys of which the poet rhymes	Q
Was not for Bill an' me	H
I think we had some good old times	Q
Out on the wallaby	H
I took a wife and left off rum	P
An' camped beneath a roof	R
But Bill preferred to hump his drum	P
A paddin' of the hoof	R
	-
The lazy idle loafers what	S
In toney houses camp	T
Would call old Bill a drunken sot	U
A loafer or a tramp	T
But if the dead should ever dance	V
As poets say they will	C
I think I'd rather take my chance	V
Along of Corny Bill	C
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His long life's day is nearly o'er	W
Its shades begin to fall	G
He soon must mount his bluey for	X
The last long tramp of all	G
I trust that when in bush an' town	Y
He's lived and learnt his fill	C
They'll let the golden slip rails down	Y
For poor old Corny Bill	C

Henry Lawson

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