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I have this burning desire
To find old mate
I want to sit
And chat with him
Under a Gum and setting sun
About what has come
And what has passed
Times of old
Places we’ve been told
Along the wallaby track
Signs of danger
Moments of charity
In the clarity 
Of a sinking sun
Places of sustenance
And rest
Oh, I would be blessed
Where one can find work
Earn a tin
And the shanties
Where they serve Gin
I imagine
I’ll catch up to him
Along that dusty track
With bed roll
Across his back
And a billy
Hanging slack
I’ll know its him
With his holey 
boots and hat
So when I can
I’ll ask that stranger
Have you seen old mate

Arm held up
As if to slay
What old man you talka about
I know nothing
This man you call mate
I know Giuseppe
Phillipa
And the Bishop
Mr Johnson
Down the store
Be off with you
Troublemaker
Or I set the dogs on you
They’ll rip your draws
And crack your jaw
Be gone with you
I say

With a lamenting sigh
I carry on
Dreaming of
That reunion
With old mate
Maybe on the western plain
Or somewhere near
The Pilliga scrub
I’ll catch up to old mate
Behind that setting sun

Happened this day
Up Queensland way
Came across a copper
Out of curiosity
I ask
Did you see old mate
Come pass this way
Stop resusting
He started yelling
I look behind
Surely can’t be me
He’s yelling
I look back to cop
That jaw crack
Stop resusting
He kept yelling
As I lay on the ground
As if that’s all he could say
With pleading 
Questioning eye’s
I look at his partner
For resolve
But me eye’s
Went blank
When her boot 
Hit the memory bank
Cowards
Was me last 
Thought

I remember
Old mate
His courage
His morals
Brave and true
How he ran for miles
To save that sick child
Those people
He swum too
From the stormy
Shipwreck
How he took the blame
For stealing
Bread and plate
The Japs
They did cut 
His head off
But even that
Didn’t stop old mate
A pillar
Of manliness
One could ever know

I asked some kids
With their heads
In a screen
Or was it a dream
I will leave you
To figure that out
Have you seen old mate
I asked
In an eager earnest reply
Do you know him
Yeah of course I do I said
We thought he got
Deleted
Or shadow banned
Never to be heard of again
As the screen doesn’t like the truth
Or men that are men
Can you introduce us
Or send us a link
Of course I will
I just need to catch up to him

Maybe he’s in the Kimberley
On the Gibb
Near Gekke gorge
Coming down
The old stock routes
Looking for a lost mob
Camping near the old tank
Listening to the chorus nightly
Where the stars
Shine brightly
I call out 
From a rippled ridge
Old mate 
Old mate
You their
You their
But no 
Coo-ee
In reply

An LNP bloke
Was in a blue stall
Well connected
He’ll know
For sure
Have you seen old mate around
Hmm
Not old mate
But old boys yeah
His red face lit up
Like he was Christmas clause
Tell him to come and see me
I have money for his draws
Did he work for you
I inquired
Roustabouting
Fencing
Bore runner maybe
Oh, no no
I just need to justify me budget
I’ll work the books
But 
what about the poor 
I ask
With a hearty laugh
And soulless smile
No closing the gap here me boy
He whispered in my ear
We need to keep those blacks
Held back
Know what I mean
No, no sorry I don’t
I couldn’t retreat fast enough
From that evil scene

So I hit the books
I know for sure
Bards of yester years
Knew old mate
And their he was
In all his mythical glory
Old Henry
He knew me mate
An old friend
That has dropped
Outta sight
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