Under the spreading gum
the bush poet lies
drunk again
his ancient nag
wakes up
he talks a little
he talks a little
touches the reins
three miles from town
nowhere to go
thinks of something true
it looks like a storm
three miles from town
nowhere to go
thinks of something true
it looks like a storm
he falls asleep
a sunburnt bloody stockman stood
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...
apostrophized his bloody cuddy
...
they came up to the bloody creek
the bloody horse was bloody weak
this moke must sink
or bloody swim
the same for me as bloody him
bloody bloody bloody
Ha!
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