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- ‘I was drifting in the drizzle past the Cecil in the Strand –
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- Which, I’m told, is very tony — and its front looks very grand;
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- And I somehow fell a-thinking of a pub I know so well,
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- Of a palace in Australia called The Bulletin Hotel.
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- Just a little six-room’d shanty built of corrugated tin,
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- And all round a blazing desert — land of camels, thirst and sin;
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- And the landlord is ‘the Spider’ — Western diggers know him well —
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- Charlie Webb! — Ah, there you have it! — of the Bulletin Hotel.’
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