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Ah better the thud of the deadly gun and the crash of the bursting shell	A
Than the terrible silence where drought is fought out there in the western hell	A
And better the rattle of rifles near or the thunder on deck at sea	B
Than the sound most hellish of all to hear of a fire where it should not be	B
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On the runs to the west of the Dingo Scrubs there was drought and ruin and death	C
And the sandstorm came from the dread north east with the blast of a furnace breath	C
Till at last one day at the fierce sunrise a boundary rider woke	D
And saw in the place of the distant haze a curtain of light blue smoke	D
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There is saddling up by the cockey s hut and out in the station yard	E
And away to the north north east north west the bushmen are riding hard	E
The pickets are out and many a scout and many a mulga wire	F
While Bill and Jim with their faces grim are riding to meet the fire	F
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It roars for days in the hopeless scrubs and across where the ground seems bare	G
With a cackle and hiss like the hissing of snakes the fire is travelling there	G
Till at last exhausted by sleeplessness and the terrible toil and heat	H
The squatter is crying My God the wool and the farmer My God the wheat	H
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But there comes a drunkard who reels as he rides with the news from the roadside pub	I
Pat Murphy the cockey cut off by the fire way back in the Dingo Scrub	I
Let the wheat and the woolshed go to Well they do as each great heart bids	J
They are riding a race for the Dingo Scrub for Pat and his wife and kids	J
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And who is leading the race with death An ill matched three you ll allow	K
Flash Jim the breaker and Boozing Bill who is riding steadily now	K
And Constable Dunn of the Mounted Police is riding between the two	L
He wants Flash Jim but the job can wait till they get the Murphys through	L
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As they strike the track through the blazing scrub the trooper is heard to shout	M
We ll take them on to the Two mile Tank if we cannot bring them out	M
A half mile more and the rest rein back retreating half choked halfblind	M
And the three are gone from the sight of men and the bush fire roars behind	M
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The Bushman wiped the tears of smoke and like Bushmen wept and swore	N
Poor Bill will be wanting his drink to night as never he did before	N
And Dunn was the best in the whole damned force says a client of Dunn s with pride	M
I reckon he ll serve his summons on Jim when they get to the other side	M
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It is daylight again and the fire is past and the black scrub silent and grim	O
Except for the blaze of an old dead tree or the crash of a falling limb	O
And the Bushmen are riding again on the run with hearts and with eyes that fill	P
To look for the bodies of Constable Dunn Flash Jim and Boozing Bill	P
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They are found in the mud of the Two mile Tank where a fiend might scarce survive	Q
But the Bushmen gather from words they hear that the bodies are much alive	Q
There is Swearing Pat with his grey beard singed and his language of lurid hue	L
And his tough old wife and his half baked kids and the three who dragged them through	L
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Old Pat is deploring his burnt out home and his wife the climate warm	R
And Jim the loss of his favourite horse and Dunn his uniform	R
And Boozing Bill with a raging thirst is cursing the Dingo Scrub	I
He ll only ask for the loan of a flask and a lift to the nearest pub	I
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Flash Jim the Breaker is lying low blue paper is after him	O
And Dunn the trooper is riding his rounds with a blind eye out for Jim	O
And Boozing Bill is fighting D Ts in the township of Sudden Jerk	S
When they re wanted again in the Dingo Scrubs they ll be there to do the work	S

Henry Lawson

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