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- Tramp, tramp,
- What if you've got the cramp?
- What if your heel's begun to peel and your
nerves are on the ramp?
- The peace of the dusk is round us and we'll soon
make camp,
- So tramp, tramp, tramp.
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- You of the huddled houses, who've never humped
a load,
- What do you know of the free life and the lure
of the winding road,
- Of the pain and the joy undreamed of in our
weariness and scars,
- And the Fresh tang of the dawn-wind, and the
friendship of the stars?
- The rains may fall and the storms come or the
sun blaze down,
- It's all the same to our Brotherhood of the
Lean and Fit and Brown.
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- O this is the test for a real man to prove his
spirit's worth
- In the grim peaks and the silences of the wise
old earth.
- What if the world declares we're mad?
- It's a saying the world has always had
- For those who escape its toils:
- We carry peace in our bulging pack
- And laughter races us up the track
- To the place where the billy boils.
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- So,
- Tramp, tramp,
- What if your blanket's damp?
- What if the track is inky black and the moon's
not raised her lamp?
- The rain's stopped and the wind's dropped and
we'll soon make camp,
- So tramp, tramp, tramp.
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- Kath McKay
- "The Bushwallker"
- Annual 1937
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- O stricken maid,
- Seek not the aid
- Of com pad, salve or plaster
- Of any sort;
- You'll simply court
- The worst kind of disaster.
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- Bushwalker, (male)
- Shun knife and file,
- Of razor blades beware!
- Be sure to treat
- Your precious feet
- With kindness and with care.
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- Feet, believe me,
- Are VIP,
- To treat 'em rough forbear,
- For sure as eggs
- Your suffering legs
- Won't grow another pair.
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- Kath McKay
- "The Sydney Bushwalker"
- December l959
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