| So you rode from the range where your brothers select
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| Through the ghostly grey bush in the dawn
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| You rode slowly at first lest her heart should suspect
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| That you were so glad to be gone
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| You had scarcely the courage to glance back at her
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| By the homestead receding from view
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| And you breathed with relief as you rounded the spur
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| For the world was a wide world to you
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| Grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain
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| Fond heart that is ever more true
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| Firm faith that grows firmer for watching in vain
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| She’ll wait by the sliprails for you
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| Ah the world is a new and a wide one to you
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| But the world to your sweetheart is shut
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| For a change never comes to the lonely bush girl
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| From the stockyard the bush and the hut
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| And the only relief from its dullness she feels
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| Is when ridges grow softened and dim
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| And away in the dusk to the sliprails she steals
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| To dream of past meetings with him
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| Grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain
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| Fond heart that is ever more true
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| Firm faith that grows firmer for watching in vain
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| She’ll wait by the sliprails for you
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| Do you think where in place of bare fences dry creeks
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| Clear streams and green hedges are seen
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| Where the girls have lily and rose in their cheeks
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| And the grass in midsummer is green?
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| Do you think now and then now or then in the whirl
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| Of the city while London is new
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| Of the hut in the bush and the freckled-face girl
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| Who is eating her heart out for you?
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| Grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain
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| Fond heart that is ever more true
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| Firm faith that grows firmer for watching in vain
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| She’ll wait by the sliprails for you
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| Those grey eyes that are sadder than sunset or rain
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| Bruised heart that is ever more true
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| Fond faith that is firmer for trusting in vain
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| She waits by the sliprails for you
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| She waits by the sliprails for you
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| Waits by the sliprails for you
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| Just for you |