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DAEA
By a Awarm electric heater,
In a Dsoftly padded chair,
In a lounge room brightly Alighted
By a Eglowing chandeAlier.
Since my early days of drovin',
The Dyears have taken toll.
But I somehow miss my Aswag wrap,
By a Efire of Gidgee Acoal.
When I Awake from sleep each morning
And Dring my bedside bell,
The maid brings me my Abreakfast,
And she Efills my pipe as Awell.
There are cakes and sweetened coffee,
On a Dtray of sparkling gold.
But I miss black tea and Adamper,
By a Efire of Gidgee Acoal.
AINSDTRUMAENTEAL A
I'm Adriven out each evening
By a Dchaffeur spruce and neat,
Through the flowered parks and Agardens
And the Ecrowded city Astreets.
But I drift back through the ages,
While the Dbig car softly rolls.
To a stock route and a Awagonette,
And a Efire of Gidgee Acoal.
I atAtend all social parties
In the Drich parts of town.
Drinking wine from fancy Aglasses
As the Ewaiters go their Arounds.
But I'd rather share a bottle
With those Ddrovin' mates of old.
In a pair of dusty Amoleskins,
By a Efire of Gidgee Acoal.
Yes I'd rather share a bottle
With those Ddrovin' mates of old.
In a pair of dusty Amoleskins,
By a Efire of Gidgee Acoal. D A E A
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