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A B 'Banjo' PatersonA B 'Banjo' Paterson

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"There's a wild duck's nest in a sheltered spot,
And I'll go right down and I'll eat the lot."
But when he got to his destined prey
He found that the ducks had flown away.But an egg was left that would quench his thirst,
So he bit the egg and it straightway burst.
It burst with a bang, and he turned and fled,
For he thought that the egg had shot him dead."Oh, mother," he said, "let us clear right out
Or we'll lose our lives with the bombs about;
And it's lucky I am that I'm not blown up -
It's a very hard life," said the dingo pup.
A B 'Banjo' Paterson
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A B 'Banjo' Paterson

1864-1941/WelshAndrew Barton Paterson was born on the 17th February 1864 in the township of Narambla, New South Wales. His Father, Andrew a scottish farmer from Lanarkshire. Young Andrew spent his formative years living at a station called “Buckenbah’ in the…

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