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When the caravans of wool teams climbed the ranges from the West	A
On a spur among the mountains stood The Bullock drivers' Rest'	A
It was built of bark and saplings and was rather rough inside	A
But 'twas good enough for bushmen in the careless days that died	A
Just a quiet little shanty kept by Something in Disguise'	B
As the bushmen called the landlord of the Shanty on the Rise	B
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City swells who do the Royal' would have called the Shanty low	C
But 'twas better far and purer than some toney pubs I know	C
For the patrons of the Shanty had the principles of men	D
And the spieler if he struck it wasn't welcome there again	D
You could smoke and drink in quiet yarn or else soliloquise	B
With a decent lot of fellows in the Shanty on the Rise	B
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'Twas the bullock driver's haven when his team was on the road	A
And the waggon wheels were groaning as they ploughed beneath the load	A
And I mind how weary teamsters struggled on while it was light	A
Just to camp within a cooey of the Shanty for the night	A
And I think the very bullocks raised their heads and fixed their eyes	B
On the candle in the window of the Shanty on the Rise	B
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And the bullock bells were clanking from the marshes on the flats	B
As we hurried to the Shanty where we hung our dripping hats	B
And we took a drop of something that was brought at our desire	E
As we stood with steaming moleskins in the kitchen by the fire	E
Oh it roared upon a fireplace of the good old fashioned size	B
When the rain came down the chimney of the Shanty on the Rise	B
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They got up a Christmas party in the Shanty long ago	C
While I camped with Jimmy Nowlett on the riverbank below	C
Poor old Jim was in his glory they'd elected him M C	F
For there wasn't such another raving lunatic as he	F
Mr Nowlett Mr Swaller ' shouted Something in Disguise	B
As we walked into the parlour of the Shanty on the Rise	B
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There is little real pleasure in the city where I am	G
There's a swarry round the corner with its mockery and sham	G
But a fellow can be happy when around the room he whirls	B
In a party up the country with the jolly country girls	B
Why at times I almost fancied I was dancing on the skies	B
When I danced with Mary Carey in the Shanty on the Rise	B
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Jimmy came to me and whispered and I muttered Go along '	-
But he shouted Mr Swaller will oblige us with a song '	-
And at first I said I wouldn't and I shammed a little too	A
Till the girls began to whisper Mr Swallow now ah DO '	-
So I sang a song of something 'bout the love that never dies	B
And the chorus shook the rafters of the Shanty on the Rise	B
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Jimmy burst his concertina and the bullock drivers went	A
For the corpse of Joe the Fiddler who was sleeping in his tent	A
Joe was tired and had lumbago and he wouldn't come he said	A
But the case was very urgent so they pulled him out of bed	A
And they fetched him for the bushmen knew that Something in Disguise	B
Had a cure for Joe's lumbago in the Shanty on the Rise	B
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Jim and I were rather quiet while escorting Mary home	H
'Neath the stars that hung in clusters near and distant from the dome	H
And we walked so very silent being lost in reverie	F
That we heard the settlers' matches rustle softly on the tree	F
And I wondered who would win her when she said her sweet good byes	B
But she died at one and twenty and was buried on the Rise	B
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I suppose the Shanty vanished from the ranges long ago	C
And the girls are mostly married to the chaps I used to know	C
My old chums are in the distance some have crossed the border line	I
But in fancy still their glasses chink against the rim of mine	I
And upon the very centre of the greenest spot that lies	B
In my fondest recollection stands the Shanty on the Rise	B

Henry Lawson

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