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Henry Lawson - The Bush Beyond the Range
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FROM Crow’s Nest here by Sydney town
    Where crows had nests of old
I see the Range where day goes down—
    The dim blue in the gold.
And sometimes wonder, half in doubt,
    Has there been so much change
As pictured in the prints about
    The Bush beyond the Range.

There’s motor car and all the “frills”
    But none of my old mates—
The Bush seems run by Buff’lo Bills
    And Hayseeds from the States.
I miss the homesteads and the scrub,
    The stock and fences too,
The horse and swagmen and the pub.
    That Minns and Mahoney drew.

I miss the drivers, diggers, sheep,
    And—lots of things—Ah, well!
I wonder if the Kellys keep
    The Carrier’s Camp Hotel—
If that still stands by hill and plain
    As old man Kelly’s pride—
Or if he did pull round again
    When Mary Kelly died?

And Andy Kelly took to drink,
    And Barney took a horse
(And two years’ hard without a blink)
    And each one took his course.
And what became of Andy Mack,
    Tom Browne, and Pat “O’Brine”?
It must be twenty seasons back
    Since last I had a line.

I wonder if—but I forget
    And wonder like a fool,
Is Bertha Lambert teaching yet
    A wretched, half-time school?
I hope—ah! how the memories come,
    To bother and defer,
I only hope my boyhood’s chum,
    Fred Spencer, married her.

I wonder if the farms we had
    Are scrub or ploughed ground now?
A fence by Harry Dare or “Dad”
    Would last it, anyhow.
I wonder if the cemet’ry,
    Fenced in by Dad and Dare,
Is lonely as it used to be
    When they were buried there.

I wonder, and the more it seems
    So far away and strange,
For I have lost, except in dreams,
    The Bush beyond the Range.
I wonder too, in fear and shame,
    Do they, like me, forget—
I wonder if they mind the name
    Of “Henry Lawson” yet.
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