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Dwell, not with me, / For you'll never see / More than a 'possum or a kangaroo, / And now and then a cockatoo.
Oh, would you wish, / Without a dish, / Your scanty meal from a piece of bark, / And a wood fire to illume the dark.
'Tis there you'd mourn, / 'Tis there you'd mourn / The sweet woodbine / That round your lattice now doth twine.
Fond friends, don't grieve / For scenes like these, / Or smart from bugs, mosquitoes, fleas. / Dwell not with me.