Moment #11530 – Drover

“…as one half-hearing 
An old-time refrain, 
With memory clearing, 
Recalls it again, 
These tales, roughly wrought of 
The bush and its ways, 
May call back a thought of 
The wandering days, 
And, blending with each 
In the mem’ries that throng, 
There haply shall reach 
You some echo of song.” 
― A B Banjo Patterson

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