<h2> A Mountain Station </h2>
<p>I bought a run a while ago,<br/>
On country rough and ridgy,<br/>
Where wallaroos and wombats grow —<br/>
The Upper Murrumbidgee.<br/>
The grass is rather scant, it's true,<br/>
But this a fair exchange is,<br/>
The sheep can see a lovely view<br/>
By climbing up the ranges.<br/>
<br/>
And She-oak Flat's the station's name,<br/>
I'm not surprised at that, sirs:<br/>
The oaks were there before I came,<br/>
And I supplied the flat, sirs.<br/>
A man would wonder how it's done,<br/>
The stock so soon decreases —<br/>
They sometimes tumble off the run<br/>
And break themselves to pieces.<br/>
<br/>
I've tried to make expenses meet,<br/>
But wasted all my labours,<br/>
The sheep the dingoes didn't eat<br/>
Were stolen by the neighbours.<br/>
They stole my pears — my native pears —<br/>
Those thrice-convicted felons,<br/>
And ravished from me unawares<br/>
My crop of paddy-melons.<br/>
<br/>
And sometimes under sunny skies,<br/>
Without an explanation,<br/>
The Murrumbidgee used to rise<br/>
And overflow the station.<br/>
But this was caused (as now I know)<br/>
When summer sunshine glowing<br/>
Had melted all Kiandra's snow<br/>
And set the river going.<br/>
<br/>
And in the news, perhaps you read:<br/>
'Stock passings. Puckawidgee,<br/>
Fat cattle: Seven hundred head<br/>
Swept down the Murrumbidgee;<br/>
Their destination's quite obscure,<br/>
But, somehow, there's a notion,<br/>
Unless the river falls, they're sure<br/>
To reach the Southern Ocean.'<br/>
<br/>
So after that I'll give it best;<br/>
No more with Fate I'll battle.<br/>
I'll let the river take the rest,<br/>
For those were all my cattle.<br/>
And with one comprehensive curse<br/>
I close my brief narration,<br/>
And advertise it in my verse —<br/>
'For Sale! A Mountain Station.'<br/></p>
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