| They stood by the door of the Inn on the Rise
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| May Carney looked up in the bushranger’s eyes:
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| «Oh! |
| why did you come? |
| — it was mad of you, Jack;
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| You know that the troopers are out on your track.»
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| A laugh and a shake of his obstinate head
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| «I wanted a dance, and I’ll chance it,» he said
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| Some twenty-odd bushmen had come to the ball
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| But Jack from his youth had been known to them all
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| And bushmen are soft where a woman is fair
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| So the love of May Carney protected him there
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| Through all the short evening it seemed like romance
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| She danced with a bushranger taking his chance
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| 'Twas midnight, the dancers stood suddenly still
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| Hoofbeats were heard on the side of the hill
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| Ben Duggan, the drover, along the hillside
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| Came riding as only a bushman can ride
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| He sprang from his horse, to the dancers he sped
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| «The troopers are down in the gully!» |
| he said
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| Quite close to the shanty the troopers were seen
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| «Clear out and ride hard for the ranges, Jack Dean!
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| Be quick!» |
| said May Carney, her hand on her heart
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| «We'll bluff them awhile, and 'twill give you a start.»
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| He lingered a moment, to kiss her, of course
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| Then ran to the trees where he’d hobbled his horse
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| She ran to the gate, and the troopers were there
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| The jingle of hobbles came faint on the air
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| Then loudly she screamed, it was only to drown
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| The treacherous clatter of slip-rails let down
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| But troopers are sharp, and she saw at a glance
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| That someone was taking a desperate chance
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| They chased, and they shouted, «Surrender, Jack Dean!»
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| They called him three times in the name of the Queen
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| Then came from the darkness the clicking of locks
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| The crack of the rifles was heard in the rocks
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| A shriek and a shout, and a rush of pale men
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| And there lay the bushranger, chancing it then
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| Oh, the sergeant dismounted and knelt on the sod
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| «Your bushranging’s over, make peace, Jack, with God!»
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| Oh, the dying man laughed, not a word he replied
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| But turned to the girl who knelt down by his side
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| He gazed in her eyes as she lifted his head
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| «Just kiss me my girl, and I’ll chance it,» he said |