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"Where are you going with your horse and bike, / And the townsfolk still at rest? / Where are you going, with your swag and pack, / And the night still in the West? / Your clothes are worn, and your cheques are gone, / But your eyes are free from care? " / "We're bushmen down for a spree in town, / And we're bound for the Lord-knows-where, / Old chap -- we're bound for the Lord-knows-where."
(There are great dark scrubs in the Lord-knows-where, / Where they fight it out alone, / There are wide wide plains in the Lord-knows-where, / Where a man's soul is his own. / There is healthy work, there is healthy rest, / There is peace from self-torture there, / And the glorious freedom from paltriness! / And they're bound for the Lord-knows-where.)