The Man from Snowy River by A. B. (Andrew Barton) Paterson
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page 47 of 125 (37%)
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For there wasn't a stone within fifty mile;
For the saltbush plain and the open down Produce no quarries in Walgett town. The yokels laughed at his hopes o'erthrown, And he stood awhile like a man in a dream; Then out of his pocket he fetched a stone, And pelted it over the silent stream -- He had been there before: he had wandered down On a previous visit to Walgett town. The Man Who Was Away The widow sought the lawyer's room with children three in tow, She told the lawyer man her tale in tones of deepest woe. Said she, `My husband took to drink for pains in his inside, And never drew a sober breath from then until he died. `He never drew a sober breath, he died without a will, And I must sell the bit of land the childer's mouths to fill. There's some is grown and gone away, but some is childer yet, And times is very bad indeed -- a livin's hard to get. `There's Min and Sis and little Chris, they stops at home with me, And Sal has married Greenhide Bill that breaks for Bingeree. |
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