Henry Lawson Girl Poems

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.
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So you rode from the range where your brothers “select,”

Through the ghostly grey bush in the dawn---
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“Now I often sit at Watty’s, when the night is very near
With a head that’s full of jingles – and the fumes of bottled beer;
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The Country Girl reflects at last –
And well in her young days –
For she is learning very fast,
The worth of City ways.
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