She's milking in the rain and dark,
As did her mother in the past.
The wretched shed of poles and bark,
Rent by the wind, is leaking fast.
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So you rode from the range where your brothers “select,”
Through the ghostly grey bush in the dawn---
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“Now I often sit at Watty’s, when the night is very near
With a head that’s full of jingles – and the fumes of bottled beer;
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The Country Girl reflects at last –
And well in her young days –
For she is learning very fast,
The worth of City ways.
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