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From a river siding, the railway town, / Or the dull new port there three days down, / Forward and back on the up-hill track, / With a creak of the jinker, a ringing crack, / Slow as a funeral, sure as steam, / Bullocky Bill and his old red team.
Ploughing around by the ti-tree scrub, / Four wheels down to the creeping hub, / Swaying they go, with their heads all low, / Bally, and Splodger, and Spot, and Jo. / Men in the ranges much esteem / Bullocky Bill and his old red team.