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Take notice friend, for you may be
To-day a friend in need to me,
And save me from the crows,
Since pitfalls lurk by rock and tree,
As every bushman knows.
If no one’s here, at Lonesome Camp,
Don’t let its quiet your spirits damp,
But stop and have a snack;
And notice if my daily stamp
Is on the almanac.
From early morn I’m jogging round
The creeks and dams where bogs abound,
Or ‘long some bound’ry track,
O’er stony hills and broken ground....
But sundown, brings me back.
A bloke, though tough of hide and bone,
Who rides dry miles and rides alone,
May easy break his neck;
Or in the desert’s grip lie prone,
A miserable wreck.
Note carefully about this hive
If all betokens I’m alive....
The ashheap, bunk and bread;
And if at dusk I don’t arrive,
You’ll know I’m maimed or dead.
There’s always hope if you depart
For Yanda homestead quick and smart,
E’en if you have to tramp;
And tell them all that Jimmy Cart
Is missing from his camp.
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