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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 long day seemed forever; / 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.