Crossword-Solution: MULGA
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| Word | Anagrams | |
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| MULGA | anagram | ALGUM, ALMUG, GUMAL |
We have 16 clues for the answer “MULGA”
| Clue | Answers |
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| Australian acacia shrub growing in desert regions | 1 answer |
| small tree native to arid outback areas of Australia | 1 answer |
| Wild country | 2 answers |
| AUSTRALIAN bush | 3 answers |
| Outback | 4 answers |
| Australian Aboriginal shield | 4 answers |
| WATTLE tree | 6 answers |
| AUSTRALIAN acacia tree | 7 answers |
| AUSTRALIAN brown snake | 7 answers |
| AUSTRALIAN wattle | 8 answers |
| AUSTRALIAN snake, venomous | 9 answers |
| Acacia | 18 answers |
| BUSH ___ | 27 answers |
| AUSTRALIAN plant | 42 answers |
| shrub | 43 answers |
| "___ Country." | 86 answers |
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Hint 1 meaning
One who, or that which, eats.
Hint 2 anagram
EARTE
Hint 3 another clue
greedy person
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Sentences with MULGA (5)
The tanks are full and the grass is high in the mulga off the track, Where the bleaching bones of a white man lie by his mouldering swag Out Back.
When you're camping in the mulga, and the rain is falling slow, While you nurse your rheumatism 'neath a patch of calico; Short of tucker or tobacco, short of sugar or of tea, And the scrubs are dark and dismal, and the plains are like a sea; Don't give up and be down-hearted -- to the soul of man be true! Grin! if you've a mate to grin for, grin and jest and don't look blue; For it can't go on for ever, and -- 'I'll rise some day,' says you.
Flax and tussock and fern, Gum and mulga and sand, Reef and palm -- but my fancies turn Ever away from land; Strange wild cities in ancient state, Range and river and tree, Snow and ice.
When the 'Army' Prays for Watty When the kindly hours of darkness, save for light of moon and star, Hide the picture on the signboard over Doughty's Horse Bazaar; When the last rose-tint is fading on the distant mulga scrub, Then the Army prays for Watty at the entrance of his pub.
There's a run on the Western limit Where a man lives like a beast, And a shanty in the mulga That stretches to the East; And the hopeless men who carry Their swags and tramp in pain -- The footmen must not tarry Out there on the Great Grey Plain.