Been There BeforebyBanjo Paterson ... | |||||
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Web Publication by
Mountain Man Graphics, Australia
in the Southern Spring of 1995
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They made him a bet in a private bar,
In a private bar when the talk was high,
And they bet him some pounds no matter how far
He could pelt a stone, yet he could not shy
A stone right over the river so brown,
The Darling river at Walgett town.
He knew that the river from bank to bank
Was fifty yards, and he smiled a smile
As he trundled down, but his hopes they sank
For there wasn't a stone within fifty mile;
For the saltbush plain and the open down
Produce no quarries in Walgett town.
The yokels laughed at his hopes o'erthrown,
And he stood awhile like a man in a dream;
Then out of his pocket he fetched a stone,
And pelted it over the silent stream --
He had been there before: he had wandered down
On a previous visit to Walgett town.
Been There BeforebyBanjo Paterson ... | |||||
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Web Publication by
Mountain Man Graphics, Australia
in the Southern Spring of 1995
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