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What he Overseer Told Me.
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For when he found civilisation no longer amused him well
He'd visit some dusky relation, and stay in the scrub for a spell.
One day the mail brought us a letter from Chapman, the owner, to say
He thought that he couldn't do better than take a short trip up our way,
'Twas years since he 'd been on the station, and he knew it would be pretty rough,
But could we find accommodation for a lady? and there sure enough
He arrived with his daughter, Marquita, a tall, slender slip of a girl
With a face like a flower, only sweeter, and soft shining hair all acurl.
'Twas just at the end of September that I drove them from Mimbado Creek,
Billy had cleared, I remember, and been away over a week,
But what with the bustle and worry of having a lady you know
We were all in too much of a flurry to care if he came back or no.