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A Rhyme re a Road
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With food, tents,
and clothing upon their backs,
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All more or less
hidden in bulging rucsacs,
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Six weird looking
people one morning set out -
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Ignoring the smiles
of the folk round about -
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Set out on the road
to Audley.
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Then charged down the hill a big charabanc
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At a perilous pace
past the tramping throng,
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Whilst a boy to the
back very frantically clung,
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And, oh, how he
bounced, and he clutched, and he swung,
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Ah down the long
road to Audley!
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Though the size of their packs made the other folk stare,
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The Gypsies strode
off with a carefree air,
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And priests, youths,
and families easily passed,
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Arriving there first
though they'd started off last
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A tramping the road
to Audley.
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Across the stone causeway, near Carrington Drive,
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Some country-folk
met them and scarce could survive
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The sight of those
Gypsies so weird and so glad -
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Who must really be
mad --and quite probably bad -
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Whom they met on the
road to Audley.
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Then into the bush
the six disappeared
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But were heard of
next day when the weather had cleared
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From a couple who'd
stood up all night in the rain,
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Then decided to go
back to Sydney again,
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Following the road
to Audley.
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At Curracurrang near
the Smuggler's cave
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We next see the
Gypsies so strong and so brave,
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Where they picked up
a tortuous cattle track,
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And tramped on along
'neath a driving cloud wrack,
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Far from the road to
Audley.
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At lunchtime that
day beside a stream
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They suddenly rose
with one loud scream;
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While the black
snake turned with a wriggly squirm
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And went off full
speed, like a timid worm,
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For the faraway road
to Audley.
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In the end they
packed up their fat rucsacs again,
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To return to drab
work amidst thousands of men!
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Ah, woe is me! Alas!
and Alack!
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Why need we ever
again go back,
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Back by the road to
Audley?
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At the top of the
hill the sextet met
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Some wowsers strange
who're staring yet,
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If they haven't all
died of the shock they got,
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When they sighted
that singing, tramping lot,
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Some miles from the
road to Audley.
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Off porridge and
fish in the midst of a stream
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Those Gypsies dined
on a sand-bar cream,
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Whilst the motorists
past them chugged and raced
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(By their dust and
noise all too easily traced)
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Along the road to
Audley.
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Up a last long hill and around a bend
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They suddenly came
to the journey's end,
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When the train
roared up on its way to town;
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And their hearts
sank heavily down and down
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"Goodbye, Oh Road to
Audley!"
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Dorothy Lawry
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October 1921
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From
Sing With the Wind
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