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'Tis a yarn I heard of a new-chum ‘trap' / On the edge of the Never-Never, / Where the dead men lie and the black men lie, / And the bushman lies for ever.
'Twas the custom still with the local blacks / To cadge in the ‘altogether' -- / They had less respect for our feelings then, / And more respect for the weather.