Quote#Death
Let me slumber in the hollow where the wattle blossoms wave
Quote byAdam Lindsay Gordon · 1833–1870
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "The Sick Stockrider", in Bush Ballads and Galloping Rhymes (1870).
English (original)
Let me slumber in the hollow where the wattle blossoms wave, With never stone or rail to fence my bed; Should the sturdy station children pull the bush flowers on my grave, I may chance to hear them romping overhead.
— Adam Lindsay Gordon
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