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Set me back for twenty summers -- / For I'm tired of cities now -- / Set my feet in red-soil furrows / And my hands upon the plough, / With the two ‘Black Brothers' trudging / On the home stretch through the loam -- / While, along the grassy siding, / Come the cattle grazing home.
And I finish ploughing early, / And I hurry home to tea -- / There's my black suit on the stretcher, / And a clean white shirt for me; / There's a dance at Rocky Rises, / And, when all the fun is o'er, / For a certain favoured party / There's a shake-down on the floor.