Plain, and gully, and range,
Range, and gully, and plain,
Till over the saddle I fall asleep,
To waken and ride again.
Oh! Squatters with beautiful runs!
Oh! Squatters with fattening plains
Not feet alone are you wearing out,
But you’re sowing rheumatic pains!
Twitch! Twitch! Twitch!
I feel it in all my bones,