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<p>"It was merry in the glowing morn<br>
Among the gleaming grass<br>
To wander as we wandered many a mile.<br>
And watch the cool tobacco smoke in white wreaths as it passed<br>
Sitting loosely in the saddle all the while.<br>
T'was merry in the blackwoods<br>
When we spied the station roofs<br>
To wheel the wild scrub cattle at the yard.<br>
With a running fire of stockwhips<br>
And a firey run of hoofs<br>
The hardest day was never then too hard."
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<p>"Gordon"
</p><p>To E. &amp; W. Hall,
</p><p>With best wishes &amp; kindest memories from
</p><p>W. Byron.
</p><p>Sinai Peninsula
</p><p>1917.
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Given to H.M. Wilson by Gwen Hutchison. Wm. Byron was my godfather &amp; was killed in the 1914–18 war. 1979.</div></div>
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