The Poetry Corner

Dwell Not With Me

By Banjo Paterson (Andrew Barton)

Dwell, not with me, For youll never see More than a possum or a kangaroo, And now and then a cockatoo. Oh, would you wish, Without a dish, Your scanty meal from a piece of bark, And a wood fire to illume the dark. Tis there youd mourn, Tis there youd mourn The sweet woodbine That round your lattice now doth twine. Fond friends, dont grieve For scenes like these, Or smart from bugs, mosquitoes, fleas. Dwell not with me.