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He comes when the gullies are wrapped in the gloaming	A
And limelights are trained on the tops of the gums	B
To stand at the sliprails awaiting the homing	A
Of one who marched off to the beat of the drums	B
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So handsome he looked in the putties and khaki	C
Light hearted he went like a youngster to play	D
But why comes he never to speak to his Darkie	C
Around at the rails at the close of the day	D
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And why have the neighbours foregathered so gently	C
Their horses a doze at the fence in a row	E
And what are they talkin' of softly intently	C
And why are the women folk lingering so	E
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One hand soft and small that so often caressed him	F
Was trembling just now as it fondled his head	G
But what was that trickling warm drop that distressed him	F
And what were those heart broken words that she said	G
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Ne'er brighter the paddocks that bushmen remember	H
The green and the gold and the pink have displayed	I
When Spring weaves a wreath for the brows of September	H
Enrobed like a queen and a blush like a maid	I
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The gums are a shoot and the wattles a cluster	H
The cattle are roaming the ranges astray	D
But why are they late with the hunt and the muster	H
And why is the black horse unsaddled to day	D
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Hard by at the station the training commences	J
In circles they're schooling the hacks for the shows	K
The high mettled hunters are sent at the fences	J
And satins and dapples the brushes disclose	K
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Sound winded and fit and quite ready is Darkie	C
Impatient to strip for the sprint and the flight	L
But what can he keeping the rider in khaki	C
And why does the silence hang heavy to night	L
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Ah surely he'll come when the waiting is ended	M
To fly the stiff fences and take him in hand	N
Blue ribboned once more and three quarters extended	M
Hard held for the cheers from the fence and the stand	N
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Still there can the cross beam the saddle hangs idle	O
The cobweb around the loose stirrup is spun	P
The rust's on the spurs and the dust on the bridle	O
And gathering mould on the badges he won	P
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We'll take the old horse to the paddocks tomorrow	E
Where grasses are waving breast high on the plain	Q
And there with the clean skins we'll turn him in sorrow	E
And muster him never ah never again	R
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The bush bird will sing when the shadows are creeping	A
A sweet plaintive note soft and clear as a bell's	S
Oh would it might ring where the bush boy is sleeping	A
And colour his dreams by the far Dardanelles	S

John O'brien

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