So the world of odds and evens ceased to trouble Harry Stephens, and the niggard road no longer echoes to his lonely tread.
For another bushman found him with his " bluey " wrapped around him, sleeping like a bushman, only sleeping with the mighty dead.
And the shadows were upon him; and they found a ticket on him — just a relic of a battle that was lately lost and won,
And it told the stray Camboonian he'd been loyal to his union (right or wrong) — he had been loyal to the strike of '91.