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C J Dennis - The Homeward Track
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Once a year we lumber southward with the clip from Yarradee;
Spell the bullocks in the township while we run our yearly spree.
What`s a bullocky to live for?  Days of toil are hard and long;
And you`d not begrudge him yearly one short week of wine anD song.
While it lasts he asks no better.  When it`s over "Yoke `em up,"
And we`ll make another promise for to shun the brimming cup.
When we`ve done our little cheque in, and the township`s at our back;
Then we start to think of mending -- out along the Homeward Track.

For there comes a time of reck`ning when we`re trudging by the team;
Back again to work an` worry; kind of waking from a dream;
We begin to see the folly of a week of wicked fun,
Bought with months of weary slaving, punching bullocks on the run.
But our views are somewhat tempered when we`ve done a twelve months` drouth;
And our thoughts ain`t so religious when the team is heading south.
When the pleasure is before us, work and worry at our back,
We forget the grim reformers out along the Homeward Track.

What`s the odds?  It`s got to happen.  What we`ve done we`ll do again;
And we know it while we make `em, resolutions are in vain.
Life`s a weary track to travel, mostly full of ruts and stumps:
Them that spends their days in drudging have to take their joy in lumps.
Yoke `em up an` get a move on!  Gayest times must have an end,
There`s a weary track to travel when we`ve nothing left to spend.
If there`s still a bob we`ll wet it, and a last glad joke we`ll crack,
Time enough for vain regretting when we`re on the Homeward Track.
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