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Simson settled in the timber when his arm was / strong and true / And his form was straight and limber; and he / wrought the long day through / In a struggle, single-handed, and the trees fell / slowly back, / Twenty thousand giants banded 'gainst a solitary Jack.
Through the fiercest days of summer you / might hear his keen axe ring / And re-echo in the ranges, hear his twanging / crosscut sing; / Then the great gums swayed and whispered, / and the birds were skyward blown, / As the circling hills saluted o'er a bush king / overthrown.