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The desert winds are blowing,
The desert sand’s afloat,
And comes a plaintive lowing
From dead-strewn lands remote;
This barren waste around us,
Those granite hills so gray,
Shall now no longer bound us,
Our pathway trends away—
Beyond the long dark ranges
The glinting north stars lit,
The haze-world that so strange is
The nectar nymphs have quit;
T’ where twilight world’s a-quiver
With willow wands on high,
We’ll cross the distant river,
My own true love and I!
Our faces to the south’ard,
What have we now to rue,
When western plains are smothered
Far from the lone Paroo?
Look up, my blue-eyed beauty,
Look forward glad and free!
If not the voice of Duty,
‘Tis love that calleth thee.
If some to west may wander,
And look with frowning brow,
With pleasure we may ponder,
Those bonds are broken now;
And if the world deride us,
What’s all the world to this?
E’en kith and kin may chide us,
These lips are ours to kiss!
Then hey for fountains flowing!
And ho for rivers wide!
Where briny winds are blowing
Across to Sydney side;
T’ where autumn skies are clearest
We’ll cross the border line,
Your hind in my hand, dearest,
Your sweet lips pressed to mine!
We’ve plighted, Love, for ever;
We’ve pledged in ruby wine;
And nought but Death will sever
The bond that made you mine!
So if I be a rover
Thou’lt roam with me for aye,
And still be my true lover
When all is turning gray.
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