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From Crow's Nest here by Sydney town / Where crows had nests of old / I see the Range where day goes down -- / The dim blue in the gold. / And sometimes wonder, half in doubt, / Has there been so much change / As pictured in the prints about / The Bush beyond the Range.
There's motor car and all the "frills" / But none of my old mates -- / The Bush seems run by Buff'lo Bills / And Hayseeds from the States. / I miss the homesteads and the scrub, / The stock and fences too, / The horse and swagmen and the pub. / That Minns and Mahoney drew.