There’s a shaker up the gully, There’s a paddock partly stripped And a shovel, pick and dishes lying round And a little heap of tailings Lying underneath the sieves And a heap of hopper stones upon the ground. But the hand that shook the shaker Nevermore will raise a ‘run’, O’er the ripples of the […]

Northam Courier – 2 Dec 1910, page 6 UNLUCKY JIM Thus he spoke, in tones lugubrious, “Life is but an empty dream” And its joys are just as fleeting, As projections on a screen. Nought remains but plenty trouble, Disappointments, quite a heap, Punted years on singles, doubles, Nuff to make a feller weep. Thus […]