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A black-sheep, from England, who worked on the run -
Riding where the stockmen ride -
He sat by the hut when the day-s work was done -
Lone huts where the black sheep bide.
-I-m tired of my life!â? to his lone self said he,
-My girl and my country are both done with me!â?
-I-m tired of my life!â? to the wide scrubs said he -
-My girl and my country are long done with me!â?
He took from a packet a portrait and curl -
Such things as the exiles keep -
And sadly he gazed at the face of the girl -
Lost girl of a lost black-sheep.
-I-ll go where there-s fighting and die there!â? said he;
-My girl and my country are well rid of me.
-I-ll go where there-s fighting and die there,â? said he;
-For heart-break and country that-s well rid of me!â?
He rode with a thousand, he rode with the best -
Riding as bushmen ride -
Who-d ridden alone on the wastes of the West -
Wide wastes where the drought-fiends bide,
They rode as they-d ride to an up-country ball,
And the laugh of the black-sheep was lightest of all!
The road was a shambles, the hill was a hell -
Red rosed where the reckless ride -
And he with the foremost lay torn by a shell -
(Die hard where your father died!)
-the death of a rebel!â? he laughed as he groaned -
-for the land that adoptee - the land that disowned!â?
the death of a black-sheep! - they laugh as they groan -
for the lands that adopt and the lands that disown!
The Ballad Of The Black-sheep
Henry Lawson
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Poem topics: alone, father, heart, red, work, long, face, hard, Valentine's Day, portrait, break, death, life, lost, wide, laugh, tired, girl, sheep, country, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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