The night is dark and stormy, and the sky is clouded o'er;
Our horses we will mount and ride away,
To watch the squatters' cattle through the darkness of the night,
And we'll keep them on the camp till break of day.
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We shall soon be on the Moonie, and we'll cross the Barwon, too; Then we'll be out upon the rolling plains once more; We'll shout " Hurrah! for old Queensland, with its swampy coolibah, And the cattle that come off the Maranoa." a very good poem. tony