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C J Dennis - Dargo
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Dargo is a dark-haired lass
   Prone to independent ways;
Few men know her, fewer pass,
   Where her pleasant river plays
But the smile in her blue eye
   Promises a wealth of cheer
For the tired passer-by
   Who would seek him respite here.

Long forgot, the days of gold
   When the miners, crowding down,
Stirred a turbulence of old
   Round about her pleasant town.
Now the quiet cattle-men.
   Riding in from her high plains
Seek her portals now and then
   With a tale of worthier gains.

Riding up Insolvent Track,
   In the days before its change --
Many a digger came not back
   From that grim, forbidding range:
Came not ever back to tell
   Olden tales of loss or gain
Where Maroka`s waters swell
    Many a stream that seeks the plain.

Still the dark-haired Dargo thrives
   `Mid her lands of range and rock,
While blood horses bear men`s lives
   In and out amongst the stock.
And beside her pleasant streams.
   Willow hung, that wind about,
Here the blue-eyed maiden dreams
   As she marks the leaping trout.
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