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Banjo Paterson - The Travelling Post Office
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The roving breezes come and go, the reed-beds sweep and sway, 
The sleepy river murmers low,and loiters on its way,
It is the land of lots o`time along the Castlereagh. 
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The old man`s son had left the farm, he found it full and slow,
He drifted to the great North-west, where all the rovers go.
"He`s gone so long," the old man said, "he`s dropped right out of mind,
But if you`d write a line to him I`d take it very kind;
He`s shearing here and fencing there, a kind of waif and stray—
He`s droving now with Conroy`s sheep along the Castlereagh. 

"The sheep are travelling for the grass, and travelling very slow;
Tey may be at Mundooran now, or past the Overflow,
Or tramping down the black-soil flats across by Waddiwong;
But all those little country towns would send the letter wrong.
The mailman, if he`s extra tired, would pass them in his sleep;
It`s safest to address the note to `Care of Conroy`s sheep,`
For five and twenty thousand head can scarcely go astray,
You write to `Care of Conroy`s sheep along the Castlereagh.`"


By rock and ridge and riverside the western mail has gone
Across the great Blue Mountain Range to take the letter on.
A moment on the topmost grade, while open fire-doors glare,
She pauses like a living thing to breathe the mountain air,
Then launches down the other side across the plains away
To bear that note to "Conroy`s sheep along the Castlereagh,"


And now by coach and mailman`s bag it goes from town to town,
And Conroy`s Gap and Conroy`s Creek have marked it "Further down."
Beneath a sky of deepest blue, where never cloud abides,
A speck upon the waste of plain the lonely mail-man rides.
Where fierce hot winds have set the pine and myall boughs asweep
He hails the shearers passing by for news of Conroy`s sheep.
By big lagoons where wildfowl play and crested pigeons flock,
By camp-fires where the drovers ride around their restless stock,
And pass the teamster toiling down to fetch the wool away
My letter chases Conroy`s sheep along the Castlereagh.
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