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The Drover’s Wife
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Mother, I wont never go drovin; blarst me if I do!
And she hugs him to her worn-out breast and kisses him; and they sit thus together while the sickly daylight breaks over the bush.
Mother, I wont never go drovin; blarst me if I do!
And she hugs him to her worn-out breast and kisses him; and they sit thus together while the sickly daylight breaks over the bush.