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We were cartin' lathes and palin's from the slopes of Mount St. Leonard, / With our axles near the road-bed and the mud as stiff as glue; / And our bullocks weren't precisely what you'd call conditioned nicely, / And meself and Messmate Mitchell had our doubts of gettin' through.
It had rained a tidy skyful in the week before we started, / But our tucker-bag depended on the sellin' of our load; / So we punched 'em on by inches, liftin' 'em across the pinches, / Till we struck the final section of the worst part of the road.