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The stamp of Scotland is on his face, / But he sailed to the South a lad, / And he does not think of the black bleak hills / And the bitter hard youth he had; / He thinks of a nearer and dearer past / In the bright land far away, / When the teams went up and the teams came down, / In the days when they made bush hay.
The fare was rough and the bush was grim / In the "years of his pilgrimage", / But he gained the strength that is still with him / In his hale, late middle age. / He thinks of the girl at the halfway inn / They use as a barn to-day -- / Oh, she was a dumpling and he was thin / In the days when they made bush hay.