The Heat Wave When the earth was parched and the sky aflame When the old year slept beyond praise or blame In an evil moment, a heatwave came Some dropped the pen, and some dropped the pick Some were dying, and some more were sick And sunstroke cases came fast and thick Creation dropped in […]
When the Children Come Home – by Henry Lawson
On a lonely selection far out in the West An old woman works all the day without rest, And she croons, as she toils ‘neath the sky’s glassy dome, `Sure I’ll keep the ould place till the childer come home.’ She mends all the fences, she grubs, and she ploughs, She drives the old horse, […]
From The Far West by Barcroft Boake
From the Far West by Barcroft Boake ’Tis a song of the Never Never land — Set to the tune of a scorching gale On the sandhills red, When the grasses dead Loudly rustle, and bow the head To the breath of its dusty hail: Where the cattle trample a dusty pad Across the never-ending […]
Oh Who Could Paint a Goldfield – by Henry Lawson
This is a favourite of mine, especially the first two lines, to me, they are evocative of the spirit of the Goldfields: Oh! Who could paint a Goldfields and paint the picture right? As old adventurers saw it in early morning light. The yellow mounds of mullock with spots of red and white The scattered […]
New Chum – Johnnie Raw
Geraldton Express and Murchison and Yalgo Goldfields Chronicler 23 December 1898, page 20 The New Chum Johnnie Raw as told by a miner He was an English new-chum, a reg’lar Johnnie Raw, His fresh complexion told it, and the English coat he wore. I was the first he spoke to. He saw me on the […]
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