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 By the old Campaspe River, where the breezes shake the grass, There's a row of little gravestones that the stock men never pass, For they bear a crude inscription saying, 'Stranger, drop a tear, 'For the Cuff and Collar players and the Geebung boys lie here.' And on misty moonlit evenings, while the dingoes howl around, You can see their shadows flitting down that phantom polo ground; You can hear the loud collisions as the flying players meet, And the rattle of the mallets, and the rush of ponies' feet, Till the terrified spectator rides like blazes to the pub— He's been haunted by the spectres of the Geebung Polo Club.