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Banjo Paterson - Anthony ConsidineBanjo Paterson - Anthony Considine
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OUT in the wastes of the West countrie,     Out where the white stars shine, Grim and silent as such men be, Rideth a man with a history—     Anthony Considine. For the ways of men they are manifold     As their differing views in life; Some sell themselves for the lust of gold,     And some for the lust of strife: But this man counted the world well lost     For the love of his neighbour’s wife. They fled together, as those must flee     Whom all men hold in blame; Each to the other must all things be Who cross the gulf of iniquity     And live in the land of shame. But a light-o’-love, if she sins with one,     She sinneth with ninety-nine: The rule holds good since the world begun— Since ever the streams began to run     And the stars began to shine. The rule holds still, and he found it true—     Anthony Considine. A nobler spirit had turned in scorn     From a love that was stained with mire; A weaker being might mourn and mourn     For the loss of his Heart’s Desire: But the anger of Anthony Considine     Blazed up like a gaming fire. And she, with her new love, presently     Came past with her eyes ashine; And Gad so willed it, and God knows why, She turned and laughed as they passed him by—     Anthony Considine. Her laughter stung as a whip might sting;     And mad with his wounded pride He turned and sprang with a panther’s spring,     And struck at his rival’s side: And only the woman, shuddering,     Could tell how the dead man died! She dared not speak—and the mystery     Is buried in auld lang syne, But out on the wastes of the West countrie,     Grim and silent as such men be, Rideth a man with a history’     Anthony Considine.
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