He fell and grazed his little knee
He’d been swimmin’ right by the old Fort Castle with Mary McCourt – they’d been laughin’ and pitchin’ stones against to unsettle the Robert River
Then somethin’ unsettlin’ occurred of its own, a rain shower to power him all the way out
Twasn’t too oft them boys drowned that way back in that day
Like a callin’ from God one manner or an other
I have to remember as well as I can to retell all his close friends
For they’ve gone senile now – time and twisted memories atop whiskeys to caress the utter a.m.

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