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Fair Brussels, thou art far behind,
Though, lingering on the morning wind,  We yet may hear the
Pealed over orchard and canal,

It was the Man from Waterloo, When work in town was slack,
Who took the track as bushmen do, And humped his swag out back
He tramped for months without a bob, For most the sheds were full,
Until at last he got a job At picking up th...