at the old Royal, with every comfort that a woman could ask for,
and seeing a play every night. And I'd have been knocking around
amongst the big stations Out-Back, or maybe drinking myself to death
The Blacks didn't see me as I went by, ragged and dusty,
and with an old, nearly black, cabbage-tree hat drawn over my eyes.
I didn't care a damn for them, or any one else, at most times,
but I had moods when I felt things.
One of Black's big wool teams was just coming away from the shed,
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