BUSH BALLADS AND RHYMES 



Aye ! nearly all our comrades of the old 

 colonial school, 

 Our ancient boon companions, Ned, are 

 gone; 

 Hard livers for the most part, somewhat reck- 

 less as a rule, 

 It seems that you and I are left alone. 



There was Hughes, who got in trouble through 

 that business with the cards, 

 It matters little what became of him ; 

 But a steer ripp'd up MacPherson in the Coora- 

 minta yards, 

 And Sullivan was drown'd at Sink-or-swim ; 

 And Mostyn — poor Frank Mostyn — died at 

 last a fearful wreck, 

 In ** the horrors " at the Upper Wandinong, 

 And Carisbrooke the rider at the Horsefall 

 broke his neck. 

 Faith ! the wonder was he saved his neck 

 so long ! 



Ah ! those days and nights we squandered at 



the Logans' in the Glen — 



The Logans, man and wife, have long been 



dead. 



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