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Book Excerpt: >On Kiley's RunThe roving breezes come and goFrying Pan's TheologyScene: On Monaro.The Two DevinesIt was shearing-time at the Myall Lake, In the Droving Days`Only a pound, ' said the auctioneer, Lost`He ought to be home, ' said the old man, `without there's something amiss.Over the RangeLittle bush maiden, wondering-eyed, Only a JockeyOut in the grey cheerless chill of the morning light, How M'Ginnis Went MissingLet us cease our idle chatter, A Voice from the TownI thought, in the days of the droving, A Bunch of RosesRoses ruddy and roses white, Black SwansAs I lie at rest on a patch of cloverThe All Right 'UnHe came from `further out', The Boss of the `Admiral Lynch'Did you ever hear tell of Chili? I was readin' the other dayA Bushman's SongI'm travellin' down the Castlereagh, and I'm a station hand, How Gilbert DiedThere's never a stone at the sleeper's head, The Flying GangI served my time, in the days gone by, Shearing at CastlereaghThe bell is set a-ringing, and the engine gives a toot, The Wind's MessageThere came a whisper down the Bland between the dawn and dark, Johnson's AntidoteDown along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp, Ambition and ArtI am the maid of the lustrous eyesThe Daylight is DyingThe daylight is dyingIn Defence of the BushSo you're back from up the country, Mister Townsman, where you went, Last WeekOh, the new-chum went to the back block run, Those NamesThe shearers sat in the firelight, hearty and hale and strong, A Bush ChristeningOn the outer Barcoo where the churches are few, How the Favourite Beat Us`Aye, ' said the boozer, `I tell you it's true, sir, The Great CalamityMacFierce'un came to Whiskeyhu
