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The Paroo by Henry Lawson
It was a week from Christmas-time,
As near as I remember,
And half a year since, in the rear,
We'd left the Darling timber.
The track was hot and more than drear;
The day dragged out for ever;
But now we knew that we were near
Our camp - the Paroo River.
With blighted eyes and blistered feet,
With stomachs out of order,
Half-mad with flies and dust and heat
We'd crossed the Queensland border.
I longed to hear a stream go by
And see the circles quiver;
I longed to lay me down and die
That night on Paroo River.
The 'nose-bags' heavy on each chest
(God bless one kindly squatter!),
With grateful weight our hearts they pressed -
We only wanted water.
The sun was setting in a spray
Of colour like a liver -
We'd fondly hoped to camp and stay
That night by Paroo River.
A cloud was on my mate's broad brow,
And once I heard him mutter:
'What price the good old Darling now? -
God bless that grand old gutter!'
And then he stopped and slowly said
In tones that made me shiver:
'It cannot well be on ahead -
I think we've crossed the river.'
But soon we saw a strip of ground
Beside the track we followed,
No damper than the surface round,
But just a little hollowed.
His brow assumed a thoughtful frown -
This speech did he deliver:
'I wonder if we'd best go down
Or up the blessed river?'
'But where,' said I, ' 's the blooming stream?'
And he replied, 'we're at it!'
I stood awhile, as in a dream,
'Great Scott!' I cried, 'is that it?
Why, that is some old bridle-track!'
He chuckled, 'Well, I never!
It's plain you've never been Out Back -
This is the Paroo River!'