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Across the Queensland border line / The mobs of cattle go; / They travel down in sun and shine / On dusty stage, and slow. / The drovers, riding slowly on / To let the cattle spread, / Will say: "Here's one old landmark gone, / For old man Tyson's dead."
What tales there'll be in every camp / By men that Tyson knew; / The swagmen, meeting on the tramp, / Will yarn the long day through, / And tell of how he passed as "Brown", / And fooled the local men: / "But not for me -- I struck the town, / And passed the message further down; / That's T.Y.S.O.N.!"