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Banjo Paterson - A Mountain Station
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I bought a run a while ago,
On country rough and ridgy,
Where wallaroos and wombats grow —
The Upper Murrumbidgee.
The grass is rather scant, it`s true,
But this a fair exchange is,
The sheep can see a lovely view
By climbing up the ranges.

And She-oak Flat`s the station`s name,
I`m not surprised at that, sirs:
The oaks were there before I came,
And I supplied the flat, sirs.
A man would wonder how it`s done,
The stock so soon decreases —
They sometimes tumble off the run
And break themselves to pieces.

I`ve tried to make expenses meet,
But wasted all my labours,
The sheep the dingoes didn`t eat
Were stolen by the neighbours.
They stole my pears — my native pears —
Those thrice-convicted felons,
And ravished from me unawares
My crop of paddy-melons.

And sometimes under sunny skies,
Without an explanation,
The Murrumbidgee used to rise
And overflow the station.
But this was caused (as now I know)
When summer sunshine glowing
Had melted all Kiandra`s snow
And set the river going.

And in the news, perhaps you read:
`Stock passings. Puckawidgee,
Fat cattle: Seven hundred head
Swept down the Murrumbidgee;
Their destination`s quite obscure,
But, somehow, there`s a notion,
Unless the river falls, they`re sure
To reach the Southern Ocean.`

So after that I`ll give it best;
No more with Fate I`ll battle.
I`ll let the river take the rest,
For those were all my cattle.
And with one comprehensive curse
I close my brief narration,
And advertise it in my verse —
`For Sale! A Mountain Station.`
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