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| AS I rose in the early dawn, | |
| While stars were fading white, | |
| I saw upon a grassy slope | |
| A camp-fire burning bright; | |
| With tent behind and blaze before | 5 |
| Three loggers in a row | |
| Sang all together joyously— | |
| Pull up the stakes and go! | |
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| As I rode on by Eagle Hawk, | |
| The wide blue deep of air, | 10 |
| The wind among the glittering leaves, | |
| The flowers so sweet and fair, | |
| The thunder of the rude salt waves, | |
| The creek’s soft overflow, | |
| All joined in chorus to the words— | 15 |
| Pull up the stakes and go! | |
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| Now by the tent on forest skirt, | |
| By odour of the earth, | |
| By sight and scent of morning smoke, | |
| By evening camp-fire’s mirth, | 20 |
| By deep-sea call and foaming green, | |
| By new stars’ gleam and glow, | |
| By summer trails in antique lands— | |
| Pull up the stakes and go! | |
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| The world is wide and we are young, | 25 |
| The sounding marches beat, | |
| And passion pipes her sweetest call | |
| In lane and field and street; | |
| So rouse the chorus, brothers all, | |
| We’ll something have to show | 30 |
| When death comes round and strikes our tent— | |
| Pull up the stakes and go! | |
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