Adam Lindsay Gordon - By Wood and Wold lyrics

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Adam Lindsay Gordon - By Wood and Wold lyrics

Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though laden with faint perfume, 'Tis the fragrance rare that the bushman knows, The scent of the wattle bloom. Two-thirds of our journey at least are done, Old horse ! let us take a spell In the shade from the glare of the noon-day sun, Thus far we have travell'd well ; Your bridle I'll slip, your saddle ungirth, And lay them beside this log, For you'll roll in that track of reddish earth, And shake like a water-dog. Upon yonder rise there's a clump of trees— Their shadows look cool and broad— You can crop the gra** as fast as you please, While I stretch my limbs on the sward ; 'Tis pleasant, I ween, with a leafy screen O'er the weary head, to lie On the mossy carpet of emerald green, 'Neath the vault of the azure sky ; Thus all alone by the wood and wold, I yield myself once again To the memories old that, like tales fresh told, Come flitting across the brain.