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A rouseabout of rouseabouts, from any land -- or none -- / I bear a nick-name of the bush, and I'm -- a woman's son; / I came from where I camp'd last night, and, at the day-dawn glow, / I rub the darkness from my eyes, roll up my swag, and go.
Some take the track for bitter pride, some for no pride at all -- / (But -- to us all the world is wide when driven to the wall) / Some take the track for gain in life, some take the track for loss -- / And some of us take up the swag as Christ took up the Cross.