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So little of life's ways i can claim for to know But since i left the fields of the silver backed crow I have learned a bit something new every day We never stop learning it does seem this way I cannot say i have been there and done that Though i have worked in pipeline crews in old Ballarat A hard way to earn a living the easiest day tough A few Seasons in such work for me seemed enough Of my life not any great stories to tell Though i worked on Melbourne building sites in Winter wet and cool and Summer warm as hell In weather temperatures sometimes at forty degrees With cement dust blowing in my face in the humid breeze Any of life's opportunities i was not the type of person to seize In the high Yarra Ranges on high electrical power vehicles i spent time trimming trees Above electrical power wires where danger was rife Where one mistake could be the end of your life Felling trees in woods in Duhallow and Muskerry in weather often wet and cold In my physical prime left me feeling tired and old Any job that i worked in did not need a degree And working for a living has not made a wealthy man out of me Far south of the fields where the rushes in clusters do grow So little of life's ways i have come to know But we learn as we live as the wise one does say And from life i do learn something new every day.