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THE WOODFORD DROVER.
It was one Friday night, when the stars shone out bright, And the drovers had emptied the bottle. Those rough Milton cattle, they came with a rattle
Through logs, over stumps, and through wattle. Our horses in splendour, we all well remember, Baoed hard for the lead, but in vain; There was Jack came a crash, up a Moreton Bay ash, And through it lost bold of his rein. Then onward we sped, it would wake all the dead, To hear the great row tbat we made: You may talk of Mongolians, and also Napoleon— Yon'd think 'twas their men on parade. On, onward we drew to the lead but a few, Wbilo the wattlo cut like a knife blade; Still onward we flew to the lead all but two, For tbe pace it was hot that we made. When at last we caught them a lesson we taught them; We wheeled them and rung them in rough timber tall, I have ridden in thiok brushes, and also great rushes, But I think this the worst of them aIL One night-horse—a stranger—not knowing his danger, Raced headlong and stumbled, then fell; Not a sound was then heard, but the soreeoh of a bird, And the far distant sound of a bell. And there he lay dead, while the rider his head He had struck 'gainst an old iron bark; There the horse lay, and his bones to this day Yoa can see by daylight or dark. And before the day broke, when the men in camp woke, They found every hoof bad oleared out; Not a word one spoke, for they knew 'twas no joke, Said the Boss," Now, my lads, pat aboat." That day when we mustered together we clustered, Each man was put in his place; Our loss it was nought, for we were but three short, To the watchman that was no disgrace. Our second, moreover, was an off-handed drover, Thro' summer aud winter he'd weathered; Bo now the trip's over, farewell Woodford drover, Oar store bullooks they are delivered. ■ ra