Across the stony ridges, across the rolling plain,
Young Harry Dale, the drover, comes riding home again.
And well his stock-horse bears him, and light of heart
And stoutly his old pack-horse is trotting by his knee.
Up Queensland way with cattle he travelled regions
And many months have vanished since home-folk saw him
He hums a song of someone he hopes to marry soon;
And hobble-chains and camp-ware keep jingling to the
Beyond the hazy dado against the lower skies,
And yon blue line of ranges the homestead station lies.
Thitherward the drover jogs through the lazy noon,
While hobble-chains and camp-ware keep jingling to a
An hour has filled the heavens with storm-clouds inky
At times the lightning trickles around the drover's
But Harry pushes onward, his horses' strength he tries,
In hope to reach the river before the flood shall rise.
The thunder stealing o'er him goes rolling down the
And sing on thirsty pastures in past the flashing rain.
And every creek and gully sends forth its trival flood,
The river runs with anger, all stained with yellow mud.
And to his hardy horses, and strokes their shaggy
"We've breasted bigger rivers when floods were at their
Nor shall this gutter stop us from getting home to-
The thunder growls a warning, the blue fork lightnings
As the drover turns his horses to swim the fatal creek.
But, oh! the flood runs stronger than e'er it ran
The saddle-horse is failing, and only half-way o'er!
When flashes next the lightning, the flood's grey
breast is blank,
And a cattle dog and pack-horse are struggling up the
But in the lonely homestead the girl shall wait in vain
He'll never pass the stations, in charge of stock
The faithful dog a moment lies panting on the bank,
And then pluges through the current to where his master
And round and round in circles he fights with failing
Till, ripped by wilder waters, he fails and sinks at
O'er the flooded lowlands and slopes of sodden loam
The pack-horse struggles bravely, to take dumb tidings
And mud-stained, wet, and weary, he goes by rock and
With flagon, chains and tinware are sounding eerily.
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