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 Where the platypus twists and doubles, Leaving a train of tiny bubbles; Rid at last of their earthly troubles— That’s where the dead men lie!

East and backward pale faces turning— That’s how the dead men lie! Gaunt arms stretched with a voiceless yearning— That’s how the dead men lie! Oft in the fragrant hush of nooning Hearing again their mothers’ crooning, Wrapt for aye in a dreamful swooning— That’s how the dead men lie!

Only the hand of Night can free them— That’s when the dead men fly! Only the frightened cattle see them— See the dead men go by! Cloven hoofs beating out one measure, Bidding the stockman know no leisure— That’s when the dead men take their pleasure! That’s when the dead men fly!

Ask, too, the never-sleeping drover: He sees the dead pass by; Hearing them call to their friends—the plover, Hearing the dead men cry; Seeing their faces stealing, stealing, Hearing their laughter pealing, pealing, Watching their grey forms wheeling, wheeling Round where the cattle lie!