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192 It was all Australia to me—

All I had found or missed:

Every face I was crazy to see,

And every woman I'd kissed:

All that I shouldn't ha' done, God knows!

(As He knows I'll do it again),

That smell of the wattle round Lichtenberg,

Riding in, in the rain!

I saw Sydney the same as ever,

The picnics and brass-bands;

And the little homestead on Hunter River

And my new vines joining hands.

It all came over me in one act

Quick as a shot through the brain—

With the smell of the wattle round Lichtenberg,

Riding in, in the rain!

I have forgotten a hundred fights,

But one I shall not forget—

With the raindrops bunging up my sights

And my eyes bunged up with wet;