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Skirting the swamp and the tangled scrub, / Tramping and turning amidst the trees, / Carrying nothing but blankets and grub, / Careless of pleasure and health and ease, / Hither and thither with never a goal, / Heavy, and solemn, and stiff, and slow, / Seeking a track and a long-lost line, / 'Blazed avay to dot lead of mine,' -- / Restless and rickety German Joe.
Down in the gully and up the range, / Stung by the gale and the hate-hot sun, / Never a greeting to give in change, / Never a tip from the nearest run, -- / Seeking a guide to a golden hole, / Lost in the lone land long ago, / Left in the keep of the hills and trees; / Jealous to have and to hold are these, / Hope you may get it, though, German Joe.