"I shall leave my home, and forthward wander stoutly to the northward
Till I come by chance across it, and I'll straightway settle down,
For there can't be any hurry, nor the slightest cause for worry
Where the telegraph don't reach you nor the railways run to town.
And one's letters and exchanges
come by chance across the ranges,
Where a wiry young Australian
leads a pack-horse once a week,
And the good news grows
by keeping, and you're spared
the pain of weeping
Over bad news when the mailman
drops the letters in the creek."
............Banjo Paterson
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