A Singer Of The Bush

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Title:     A Singer Of The Bush
Author: Banjo Paterson [More Titles by Paterson]

There is waving of grass in the breeze
And a song in the air,
And a murmur of myriad bees
That toil everywhere.
There is scent in the blossom and bough,
And the breath of the Spring
Is as soft as a kiss on a brow--
And Spring-time I sing.

There is drought on the land, and the stock
Tumble down in their tracks
Or follow--a tottering flock--
The scrub-cutter's axe.
While ever a creature survives
The axes shall swing;
We are fighting with fate for their lives--
And the combat I sing.

[The end]
Banjo Paterson's poem: Singer Of The Bush

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