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SHE'S milking in the rain and dark, / As did her mother in the past. / The wretched shed of poles and bark, / Rent by the wind, is leaking fast. / She sees the "home-roof" black and low, / Where, balefully, the hut-fire gleams -- / And, like her mother, long ago, / She has her dreams; she has her dreams.
The daybreak haunts the dreary scene, / The brooding ridge, the blue-grey bush, / The "yard" where all her years have been, / Is ankle-deep in dung and slush; / She shivers as the hour drags on, / Her threadbare dress of sackcloth seems -- / But, like her mother, years agone, / She has her dreams; she has her dreams.