West by North Again
Harry 'The Breaker' Morant
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|We've drunk our wine, we've kissed our girls,
and funds are sinking low,
The horses must be thinking it's a fair thing now to go;
Sling the swags on Condamine and strap the billies fast,
And stuff a bottle in the bags and let's be off at last.
What matter if the creeks are up - the cash, alas,
No grass this side the Border fence! and
all the mulga's dead!
When once we're through the rabbit-proof -
it's certain since the rain -
The Paroo may be quickly crossed - the
Eulo Common's bare;
Then over sand and spinifex and on, o'er
ridge and plain!
We'll light our camp-fires where we may,
and yarn beside their blaze;
So, fill your pipe! and, ere we mount,
we'll drink another nip -
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