Jennyo's high voice sailed across the plaintive lyrics, while jack Halyard boomed under her like pulsating thunder..

But your names shall still live though like writing in water
When confined to the notes of the tame cockatoo
Each wattle-scrub echo repeats to the other
Your names and each breeze hears me sighing anew
For dumb be my tongue may my heart cease her motion
If the Isle I forget where my first breath I drew
Each affection is warmed with sincerest devotion
For the tie is unbroken on the Plains of Emu...

Hust here, in this little pub in Woop Woop, Magenta felt a sudden pang of deep loneliness, of longing for a land so very far away. She sat and listened to the ebbing song, and did not notice the large black shadow that fell across her feet.