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 The drought came down on the field and flock,
 * And never a raindrop fell,

Though the tortured moans of the starving stock
 * Might soften a fiend from hell.

And we thought of the hint that the swagman gave
 * When he went to the Great Unseen—

We shovelled the skeleton out of the grave
 * To see what his hint might mean.

We dug where the cross and the grave posts were,
 * We shovelled away the mould,

When sudden a vein of quartz lay bare
 * All gleaming with yellow gold.

'Twas a reef with never a fault nor baulk
 * That ran from the range's crest,

And the richest mine on the Eaglehawk
 * Is known as 'The Swagman's Rest.'