Dwell, not with me,
For youll never see
More than a possum or a kangaroo,
And now and then a cockatoo.
Oh, would you wish,
Without a dish,
Your scanty meal from a piece of bark,
And a wood fire to illume the dark.
Tis there youd mourn,
Tis there youd mourn
The sweet woodbine
That round your lattice now doth twine.
Fond friends, dont grieve
For scenes like these,
Or smart from bugs, mosquitoes, fleas.
Dwell not with me.
Dwell Not With Me
Andrew Barton Paterson
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