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INTRODUCTION	A
The theme is ancient as the hills	B
With all their prehistoric glory	C
But yet of Corney and his friend	D
We ve often longed to tell the story	C
And should we jar the reader s ear	E
Or fail to please his eye observant	F
We only trust that he ll forgive	G
The bush muse and your humble servant	F
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THE STORY	C
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Old Corney built in Deadman s Gap	H
A hut where mountain shades grow denser	I
And there he lived for many years	J
A timber getter and a fencer	I
And no one knew if he d a soul	K
Above long sprees or split rail fences	L
Unless indeed it was his friend	D
Who always kept his confidences	M
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There was a saw pit in the range	N
Twas owned by three and they were brothers	O
And visitors to Corney s hut	P
Twas seldom visited by others	O
They came because as they averred	P
Old Corney licked a gent infernal	Q
His yarns if I might trust their word	P
Would made the fortune of a journal	Q
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In short the splitter was a cure	I
Who brightened up their lives dull courses	L
And so on Sunday afternoons	R
At Corney s hut they d hang their horses	L
They d have a game of cards and smoke	S
And sometimes sing which was a rum thing	T
Unless in spite of legal folk	S
The splitter kept a drop of something	T
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If as twas said he was a swell	U
Before he sought these sombre ranges	L
Twixt mother s arms and coffin gear	I
He must have seen a world of changes	L
But from his lips would never fall	V
A hint of home or friends or brothers	O
And if he told his tale at all	V
He must have told it as another s	W
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Though he was good at telling yarns	X
At listening he excelled not less so	Y
And greatly helped the bushman s tales	Z
With yes exactly so or jes so	Y
In short the hut became a club	A2
Like our Assembly Legislative	G
Combining smokeroom hall and pub	A2
Political and recreative	G
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Old Corney lived and Corney died	P
As we will too on some to morrow	Y
But not as Corney died we hope	B2
Of heart disease and rum and sorrow	Y
We hope to lead a married life	G
At times the cup of comfort quaffing	T
And when we leave this world of strife	G
We trust that we may die of laughing	T
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One New Year s Eve they found him dead	P
For rum had made his life unstable	Q
They found him stretched upon his bed	P
And also found upon the table	Q
The coloured portrait of a girl	C2
Blue eyes of course The hair was golden	A
A faded letter and a curl	C2
And well we said the theme was olden	A
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The splitter had for days been dead	P
And cold before the sawyers found him	D2
And none had witnessed how he died	P
Except the friend who whimpered round him	D2
A noble friend and of a kind	P
Who stay when other friends forsake us	E2
And he at last was left behind	P
To greet the rough bush undertakers	E2
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This was a season when the bush	F2
Was somewhat ruled by time and distance	E2
And bushmen came and tried the world	P
And gave it best without assistance	E2
Then one might die of heart disease	E2
And still be spared the inquest horrors	E2
And when the splitter lay at ease	E2
So also did his sins and sorrows	E2
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Ole Corey s dead the bushmen said	P
He s gone at last an ne er a blunder	I
And so they brought a horse and dray	I
And tools to tuck the old cove under	I
The funeral wended through the range	N
And slowly round its rugged corners	E2
The reader will not think it strange	N
That Corney s friend was chief of mourners	E2
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He must have thought the bushmen hard	P
And of his misery unheeding	T
Because they shunned his anxious eyes	E2
That seemed for explanation pleading	T
At intervals his tongue would wipe	G2
The jaws that seemed with anguish quaking	T
As some strong hand impatiently	C
Might chide the tears for prison breaking	T
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They reached by rugged ways at last	P
A desolate bush cemetery	C
Where now our tale is of the past	P
A thriving town its dead doth bury	C
And where the bones of pioneers	E2
Are found and thrown aside unheeded	P
For later sleepers blessed with tears	E2
Of many friends the graves are needed	P
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The funeral reached the bushmen s graves	E2
Where these old pioneers were sleeping	T
And now while down the granite ridge	H2
The shadow of the peak was creeping	T
They dug a grave beneath a gum	I2
And lowered the dead as gently may be	C
As Corney s mother long before	I
Had laid him down to hush a baby	C
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A bushman read the words to which	J2
The others reverently listened	P
Some bearded lips were seen to twitch	J2
Some shaded eyes with moisture glistened	P
Perhaps this weakness was because	E2
Their work reminded them in sorrow	Y
Of other burials long ago	Y
When friends turned in to wait the morrow	Y
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The boys had brought the splitter s tools	E2
And now they split and put together	I
Four panels such as Corney made	P
To stand the stress of western weather	I
Perhaps this second weakness rose	E2
From some good reason undetected	P
They may have thought of other graves	E2
Of dearer friends they left neglected	P
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Old Corney s dead he paid his bills	E2
These words upon the tree were graven	A
And oft a swagman down in luck	T
At Corey s mansion found a haven	A
If this an explanation needs	E2
We greatly fear we can t afford it	P
Unless they thought of other dead	P
Whose virtues they had not recorded	P
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The day had crossed the homeward track	T
And as the bushmen turned to tread it	P
They thought and spoke of many things	E2
Remembered now to Corney s credit	P
And strange to say above their heads	E2
The kookaburra burst with laughter	I
Perhaps he thought of other friends	E2
Whose virtues they remembered after	I
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But now the bushmen hurried on	K2
Lest darkness in the range should find them	L2
And strange to say they never saw	E2
That Corney s friend had stayed behind them	L2
If one had thrown a backward glance	E2
Along the rugged path they wended	P
He might have seen a darker form	M2
Upon the damp cold mound extended	P
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But soon their forms had vanished all	V
And night came down the ranges faster	I
And no one saw the shadows fall	V
Upon the dog that mourned his master	I

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