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for the boy
His days were too few
Alone in his plane, to the sun he did fly
The sun melted the eaglehawk's feathers
And the ocean took his life
Oh

THE SWAGMAN'S REST – Banjo Patterson

We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave
At the foot of the Eaglehawk;
We fashioned a cross on the old man's

You'll never wade
Through Eaglehawk Bay
The jetty goes out deep
There's dogs out there on platforms
And those hounds they never sleep
The isthmus' east is