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Henry Lawson - The Free Selector`s Daughter
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I met her on the Lachlan Side —
A darling girl I thought her,
And ere I left I swore I`d win
The free-selector`s daughter.

I milked her father`s cows a month,
I brought the wood and water,
I mended all the broken fence,
Before I won the daughter.

I listened to her father`s yarns,
I did just what I `oughter`,
And what you`ll have to do to win
A free-selector`s daughter.

I broke my pipe and burnt my twist,
And washed my mouth with water;
I had a shave before I kissed
The free-selector`s daughter.

Then, rising in the frosty morn,
I brought the cows for Mary,
And when I`d milked a bucketful
I took it to the dairy.

I poured the milk into the dish
While Mary held the strainer,
I summoned heart to speak my wish,
And, oh! her blush grew plainer.

I told her I must leave the place,
I said that I would miss her;
At first she turned away her face,
And then she let me kiss her.

I put the bucket on the ground,
And in my arms I caught her:
I`d give the world to hold again
That free-selector`s daughter!
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