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A Thousand Miles Away

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(Air: Ten Thousand Miles Away.)     Hurrah for the Roma railway! Hurrah for Cobb and Co.,     And oh! for a good fat horse or two to carry me Westward Ho     To carry me Westward Ho! my boys, thats where the cattle stray     On the far Barcoo, where they eat nardoo, a thousand miles away.                                             Chorus          Then give your horses rein across the open plain,          Well ship our meat both sound and sweet, nor care what some folks say;          And frozen well send home the cattle that now roam          On the far Barcoo and the Flinders too, a thousand miles away.     Knee-deep in grass weve got to passfor the truth Im bound to tell     Where in three weeks the cattle get as fat as they can swell     As fat as they can swell, my boys; a thousand pounds they weigh,     On the far Barcoo, where they eat nardoo, a thousand miles away.          Chorus: Then give your horses rein, &c.     No Yankee hide eer grew outside such beef as we can freeze;     No Yankee pastures make such steers as we send oer the seas     As we send oer the seas, my boys, a thousand pounds they weigh     From the far Barcoo, where they eat nardoo, a thousand miles away.          Chorus: Then give your horses rein, &c.

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