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Turn the light down nurse and leave me while I hold my last review	A
For	B
the Bush	C
is slipping from me and the town is going too	A
Draw the blinds the streets are lighted and I hear the tramp of feet	D
And I m weary very weary of the	E
Faces in the Street	D
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In the dens of Grind and Heartbreak in the streets of Never Rest	F
I have lost the scent and colour and the music of the West	F
And I would recall old faces with the memories they bring	G
Where are Bill and Jim and Mary and the	E
Songs They used to Sing	G
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They are coming They are coming they are passing through the room	H
With the smell of gum leaves burning and the scent of	I
Wattle bloom	H
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And behind them in the timber after dust and heat and toil	J
Others sit beside the camp fire yarning while the billies boil	J
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In the Gap above the ridges there s a flash and there s a glow	K
Swiftly down the scrub clad siding come the	E
Lights of Cobb and Co	K
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Red face from the box seat beaming Oh how plain those faces come	L
From his Golden Hole tis Peter M Intosh who s going home	M
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Dusty patch in desolation bare slab walls and earthen floor	B
And a blinding drought is blazing from horizons to the door	B
Milkless tea and ration sugar damper junk and pumpkin mash	N
And a	E
Day on our Selection	O
passes by me in a flash	N
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Rush of big wild eyed store bullocks while the sheep crawl hopelessly	P
And the loaded wool teams rolling lurching on like ships at sea	P
With his whip across his shoulder and the wind just now abeam	M
There goes	Q
Jimmy Nowlett	F
ploughing through the dust beside his team	M
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Sunrise on the diggings Oh what life and hearts and hopes are here	R
From a hundred pointing forges comes a tinkle tinkle clear	S
Strings of drays with wash to puddle clack of countless windlass boles	T
Here and there	U
the red flag flying	G
flying over golden holes	T
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Picturesque unreal romantic chivalrous and brave and free	P
Clean in living true in mateship reckless generosity	P
Mates are buried here as comrades who on fields of battle fall	V
And the dreams the aching hoping lover hearts beneath it all	V
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Rough built theatres and stages where the world s best actors trod	F
Singers bringing reckless rovers nearer boyhood home and God	F
Paid in laughter tears and nuggets in the play that fortune plays	W
Tis the palmy days of Gulgong Gulgong in	X
the Roaring Days	W
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Pass the same old scenes before me and again my heart can ache	Y
There the	E
Drover s Wife	Z
sits watching not as Eve did for a snake	Y
And I see the drear deserted goldfields when the night is late	F
And the stony face of Mason watching by his	A2
Father s Mate	F
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And I see my	M
Haggard Women	O
plainly as they were in life	Z
Tis the form of Mrs Spicer and her friend	F
Joe Wilson s wife	Z
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Sitting hand in hand	F
Past Carin	X
not a sigh and not a moan	B2
Staring steadily before her and the tears just trickle down	C2
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It was	D2
No Place for a Woman	O
where the women worked like men	E2
From the Bush and Jones Alley come their haunting forms again	E2
And let this thing be remembered when I ve answered to the roll	F2
That I pitied haggard women wrote for them with all my soul	F2
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Narrow bed room in the City in the hard days that are dead	F
An alarm clock on the table and a pale boy on the bed	F
Arvie Aspinalls Alarm Clock with its harsh and startling call	V
Never more shall break his slumbers I was Arvie Aspinall	V
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Maoriland	F
and	F
Steelman	O
cynic spieler stiff lipped battler through	A
Kept a wife and child in comfort but of course they never knew	A
Thought he was an honest bagman Well old man you needn t hug	G2
Sentimental you of all men Steelman Oh I was a mug	G2
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Ghostly lines of scrub at daybreak dusty daybreak in the drought	F
And a lonely swagman tramping on the track to	A
Further Out	F
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Like a shade the form of Mitchell nose bag full and bluey up	H2
And between the swag and shoulders lolls his foolish cattle pup	H2
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Kindly cynic sad comedian Mitchell when you ve left the Track	I2
And have shed your load of sorrow as we slipped our swags out back	I2
We shall have a yarn together in the land of	I
Rest Awhile	J2
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And across his ragged shoulder Mitchell smiles his quiet smile	J2
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Shearing sheds and tracks and shanties girls that wait at homestead gates	K2
Camps and stern eyed Union leaders and	F
Joe Wilson and his Mates	K2
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True and straight and to my fancy each one as he passes through	A
Deftly down upon the table slips a dusty note or two	A
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So at last the end has found me end of all the human push	C
And again in silence round me come my	M
Children of the Bush	C
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Listen who are young and let them if I in late and bitter days	W
Wrote some reckless lines forget them there is little there to praise	W
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I was human very human and if in the days misspent	F
I have injured man or woman it was done without intent	F
If at times I blundered blindly bitter heart and aching brow	L2
If I wrote a line unkindly I am sorry for it now	L2
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Days in London	O
like a nightmare dreams of foreign lands and sea	P
And	F
Australia	E
is the only land that seemeth real to me	P
Tell the Bushmen to Australia and each other to be true	A
Tell the boys to stick together I have held my	M
Last Review	A

Henry Lawson

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