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Jim Duff was a ‘native,' as wild as could be; / A stealer and duffer of cattle was he, / But back in his youth he had stolen a pearl -- / Or a diamond rather -- the heart of a girl; / She served with a squatter who lived on the plain, / And the name of the girl it was Mary Lemaine.
'Twas a drear, rainy day and the twilight was done, / When four mounted troopers rode up to the run. / They spoke to the squatter: he asked them all in. / The homestead was small and the walls they were thin; / And in the next room, with a cold in her head, / Our Mary was sewing on buttons -- in bed.