<h2> The Drover's Sweetheart </h2>
<p>An hour before the sun goes down<br/>
Behind the ragged boughs,<br/>
I go across the little run<br/>
And bring the dusty cows;<br/>
And once I used to sit and rest<br/>
Beneath the fading dome,<br/>
For there was one that I loved best<br/>
Who'd bring the cattle home.<br/>
<br/>
Our yard is fixed with double bails,<br/>
Round one the grass is green,<br/>
The bush is growing through the rails,<br/>
The spike is rusted in;<br/>
And 'twas from there his freckled face<br/>
Would turn and smile at me —<br/>
He'd milk a dozen in the race<br/>
While I was milking three.<br/>
<br/>
I milk eleven cows myself<br/>
Where once I milked but four;<br/>
I set the dishes on the shelf<br/>
And close the dairy door;<br/>
And when the glaring sunlight fails<br/>
And the fire shines through the cracks,<br/>
I climb the broken stockyard rails<br/>
And watch the bridle-tracks.<br/>
<br/>
He kissed me twice and once again<br/>
And rode across the hill,<br/>
The pint-pots and the hobble-chain<br/>
I hear them jingling still;<br/>
He'll come at night or not at all —<br/>
He left in dust and heat,<br/>
And when the soft, cool shadows fall<br/>
Is the best time to meet.<br/>
<br/>
And he is coming back again,<br/>
He wrote to let me know,<br/>
The floods were in the Darling then —<br/>
It seems so long ago;<br/>
He'd come through miles of slush and mud,<br/>
And it was weary work,<br/>
The creeks were bankers, and the flood<br/>
Was forty miles round Bourke.<br/>
<br/>
He said the floods had formed a block,<br/>
The plains could not be crossed,<br/>
And there was foot-rot in the flock<br/>
And hundreds had been lost;<br/>
The sheep were falling thick and fast<br/>
A hundred miles from town,<br/>
And when he reached the line at last<br/>
He trucked the remnant down.<br/>
<br/>
And so he'll have to stand the cost;<br/>
His luck was always bad,<br/>
Instead of making more, he lost<br/>
The money that he had;<br/>
And how he'll manage, heaven knows<br/>
(My eyes are getting dim),<br/>
He says — he says — he don't — suppose<br/>
I'll want — to — marry — him.<br/>
<br/>
As if I wouldn't take his hand<br/>
Without a golden glove —<br/>
Oh! Jack, you men won't understand<br/>
How much a girl can love.<br/>
I long to see his face once more —<br/>
Jack's dog! thank God, it's Jack! —<br/>
(I never thought I'd faint before)<br/>
He's coming — up — the track.<br/></p>
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