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I met her on the Lachlan Side -- A darling girl I thought her, And ere I left I swore I'd win The free-selector's daughter. I milked her father's cows a month, I brought the wood and water, I mended all the broken fence, Before I won the daughter. I listened to her father's yarns, I did just what I `oughter', And what you'll have to do to win A free-selector's daughter. I broke my pipe and burnt my twist, And washed my mouth with water; I had a shave before I kissed The free-selector's daughter. Then, rising in the frosty morn, I brought the cows for Mary, And when I'd milked a bucketful I took it to the dairy. I poured the milk into the dish While Mary held the strainer, I summoned heart to speak my wish, And, oh! her blush grew plainer. I told her I must leave the place, I said that I would miss her; At first she turned away her face, And then she let me kiss her. I put the bucket on the ground, And in my arms I caught her: I'd give the world to hold again That free-selector's daughter! Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |