The Deserted Camp by Jules Raeside 1929 Deserted now- no more you stir’d By those in quest of gold Now you’re but a memory blurr’d Of what you were of old Yet though the camp of silence sleeps Except for songs of birds There’s language in your silent heaps More eloquent than words. You speak […]
The Old Prospector – a verse
Coolgardie Miner 16 June 1938, page 8 The Old Prospector: He fossicks around from year to year Away in the country’s outback, A little bit there, a little bit here With a sample or two in his pack. Away from the tracks of his fellows, The places that other men know, To the land of […]
The Bulletin Hotel – by Henry Lawson
I was drifting in the drizzle past the Cecil in the Strand Which, I’m told is very tony – and its front looks very grand And somehow fell a-thinking of a pub I know so well Of a place in West Australia called The Bulletin Hotel Just a little six-room shanty built of corrugated tin […]
The Swearful Dryblower – a verse
I am a digger at Mulgabbie and I’d like to rise and say Dryblowing is a swearful game to most diggers anyway. You work for days without a color, then have a lengthy swear that takes two solid windy days to cleanse the atmosphere. If an angel down from heaven had to dryblow for a […]
The Prospector – by Twighlight
Geraldton Express 22 August 1906, page 4 “THE PROSPECTOR.” Here’s a song for the sturdy prospector, For the men who have blazed the track ; For the men who have borne the hardships, And have opened the Fields–Out Back. With a supply that was scant they started . With the pick and the water-bag ; […]
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