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I've
walked along the White Dog road,
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And
seen it clothed in divers hues.
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I've
trudged that trail 'neath monstrous load,
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And
ambled down to see the views.
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I've
climbed the ridge in blazing sun,
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And
squelched along 'mid teeming rain.
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I've
cantered down there on the run,
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And
mounted up when sol was slain.
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I've
roamed that lane as daylight pales,
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And
wandered 'round there in the dark.
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I've
shivered in the wild dog gales,
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And
shuddered as they howl and bark.
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I've
seen the dogs in sparkling morn,
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And
felt the bite of winter's frost.
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I've
watched the sun arise at dawn,
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And
seen fog form till hills are lost.
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I've
gone down there with fearful heart,
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And
searched for walkers somewhere strayed.
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I've
come up again, I've played my part
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And
sadly helped distressed who prayed.
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I've
trembled as the flooded Cox
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And
all its waters roared along.
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I've
laughed above the sparkling rocks
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And
filled my soul with joyous song.
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I've
felt all the moods of Australia's bush
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Upon
that winding four mile track.
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I'll
return there; I'll need no push
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To
take my pack and wander back.
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Frank Bendeich
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"The
Waysider" No. 101 April 1968
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