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Wrap me up in me stockwhip and blanket	A
And bury me deep down below	B
Where this piffle and sham won t disgust me	C
In the land where the coolibahs grow	B
For I ve stayed with some well to do people	D
And I ve dined with some middle class folk	E
And I ve sorrowed by clock tower and steeple	D
Till my heart for the Commonwealth s broke	E
They have flown in another direction	F
Who used to clack clack by the hour	G
Of this awful Freetrade and Protection	F
Of our dear darling member in power	G
And the Higher Religion for Dossers	H
And the Need of an Object for Drunks	H
Now they re all of them Red or Blue Crossers	H
With their tails sticking out of their trunks	H
	-
There are citified Martins in dozens	H
The Darling Point Martins the pick	I
Who used to be horrified cousins	H
Of a Martin we knew as Mad Mick	I
He is hanging out somewhere where French is	H
But they heard he d enlisted somehow	J
And twould paralyse Mick in the trenches	H
To know how he s glorified now	J
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You remember the George Henry Crosses	H
They ve packed up twelve trunks in despair	K
He s the boss of the back station bosses	H
And Ernie s the son and the heir	K
He has never put hands on a wether	K
Nor heard a pithed store bullock grunt	L
So they re taking the mailboat to England	M
To see Ernie safe to the Front	L
	-
And each of the war going parsons	H
Costs many a heart breaking tear	K
Like that caddish young cub of old Carson s	H
All found and four hundred a year	K
He feels not a word that he preaches	H
But he will not be criticised there	K
Where out where the flying shell screeches	H
Poor Tommy must fight sweat and swear	K
	-
Our relatives too hang the Censor	K
Each girl has a tear on her cheek	N
Cousin Roger has gone as dispenser	K
Expenses and three pounds a week	N
More risky than list ning to sermons	H
As some of our fellows will find	O
Is a fierce fortnight s fight with the Germans	H
In front and with Roger behind	O
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And the Girls they are writing like blazes	H
And Auntie is moaning like hell	P
And I wish I was under the daisies	H
Or the bluegum would do just as well	P
So I want to be wropped in me blanket	A
And buried down deep down below	B
Where this cant and this cackle won t reach me	C
In the land where the coolibahs grow	B

Henry Lawson

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