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Well, Cshe buried him Amdown on the Gedge of the town,
Where Cthe brigalow Amsuckers, on the Gcemetery creep.
She Cstood with Amthem children in a Gheavy brown gown,
What you Cwant you just Gcan't always Fkeep.
"Well CI'm sorry", AmI said, "GI knew him so well",
Though Cyour body is young, well Gyou never can tell.
When Emthe hand of Cfate brings Amit's fateful Gdeath knell",
She just Cturned with the Gslightest of Fsmiles.
She Csaid "From the Amstart well we Gknewed it so hard,
We Cwere always Amhanded the Gseverest of cards.
CA honeymoon Amspent droving GJamieson's stock,
CThrough the wildest Gwinter you've Fseen.
And my CRomantic Amnotions of Ghorses and land,
They were Csoon dis-Ampelled as a Gfantasised dream.
Watching Ccattle at Amnight in the Gmid-winter cold,
Turns a Cperson, both Gwiry and Fold.
Well Cthe flame of the Ambreakfast fire'Gd be dead,
As Cthe sun rose Amup, well you Gmove up ahead.
I'd be Cbreaking the Amcamp up and Grolling the beds,
As you Cfanned the Gstock wider for Ffeed.
When the Cweather turned Amsour with the Gonset of rain,
An' the Ctruck'd bogged Amdown to the Gaxle main.
We'd Cmove up Amahead then with Gpack saddles and chains,
And CI'd wait in the Gmud by the Froad.
With the Cblankets and Amthe canvas all Ghung out to dry,
There's Cnothing for Amheating 'cause you Gcouldn't light a fire.
And Cno stock Ampermit for the Gforthcoming shire.
(No Clyric line) G F
For Cthe cattle don't Amcamp where they're Gsloshing in rain,
They Ckeep walking Amforward all night like a Gdog on a chain.
And Che'd be red eyed and Amweary with a Gpack horse turned lame,
And I'd Cwait miles Gbehind in the Fmud.
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It was Cdown through AmCharleville up to GJulia Creek,
Living on Csyrup and Amdamper and Gsalted corn meat.
We had Cnothing but the 'Amroos and the Gmailman to meet,
We'd Cmove up and Gdown with the Frains.
But Cthem inland Amskies have the Gstarriest of nights,
With the Cdance of the Amfire throwing Gflickering lights.
The Cbeauty of it's Amsunsets were a Gconstant delight,
I felt Cthat nature Ghad let me Fintrude.
The Cenormous Amvastness of them Ginland plains,
Brings Cyou a lonely Amcontentment to which you Gcan't put a name.
It's Ca satisfied glow Amcity folks Gseldom attain,
They Cspend their life on a Gright rigid Frail.
The Ckids got their Amschooling from the Ggovernment mail,
We Cposted their Amwork off at each Gcattle sale.
CThey considered Amtheir learning, a Gself imposed jail,
They'd Crather help Gtheir father and Ffail.
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Early Clast month at the Amend of the Gdry,
He was Cgiven a Amhorse no-Gbody could ride.
CAlert were his Amears with a Gfire in his stride,
He was Cyoung and his Gspirit was Fwild.
To Ccatch him each Ammorning was an Ghour long battle,
We had to Ccollar rope his Amnear side to Gthrow on the saddle.
Or he'd Cbite and Amhe'd strike, he Gmade my nerves rattle,
Pande-Cmonium Greigned with each Fride.
It was a Chot summers' Ammornin' at the Ggovernment bore,
There was a Cstillness around Amlike I've never Gfelt before.
How could he Cknow it Amwas fate at his Gdoor,
That was Cstealthily Gwatchin' his Fmoves.
He Cmounted up Amquick taking Gslack from the reins,
Grabbed Ca full hand of Amhair from the Ghorse's long mane.
He'd Cjust hit the saddle Amwhen the horse Gwent insane,
Churning Cdust in a Gfrenzy of Ffear.
The Cgirth on the saddle Amlet go at the Gring,
The Csurcingle slipped Amit was impossible Gto cling.
The horse felt Cit go made a Amdesperate Gfling,
He was Cthrown to the Glength of the Freins.
And CI heard his spine Amsnap like a 'roo Gshooters' shot,
He'd Cbusted his Amback on the Gconcreted trough.
CSickness and fear Amwere the feelings GI got,
For the Cdoctor was a Gsix hour Fdrive.
And CI looked at his Amface and his colour Gturned white,
He turned Cslowly and said "AmI can't make it Gtill night.
CMy body is broken, AmI'm bleedin' Ginside",
And the Clife slowly Gdrained from Fhis eyes.
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'Guess I'll Csell up the plant now Amand move back Gto town,
Before the Cwinter returns Amwith a chill Gon the ground.
C'Cause what I have Amlost can seldom be Gfound,
I was Cblessed with Gthe gentlest of Fmen.
Eventually Cthe children will Ammove to the Geast,
But I couldn't Cstand the bustle Amof even a quiet city Gstreet.
CI'll stay in the Amscrub here where my heart Greally beats,
For Csome dogs are Gtoo old to Fchange.
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