Where the hills are steep and rugged And the wattles bend and wave By a bend in the creek in the ranges Lies a bushman’s lonely grave; Gone are the rails that marked it And many summers have found The last resting place of the bushman Is only a weed-grown mound. In this lonely place […]
When I die – a verse
Carry me back to the bush when I die. Its there that I always could rest. Bury me deep in the deserts red earth On a dry river bank in the west. Take me back home to the stock camp Out on the endless red plain Let my sole know the peace and the quiet […]
The Goldfields Pioneer – a verse
When the final bucket of dirt is drawn, And the windlass rope’s made fast, And there’s no work to do till morn, And we sit to our night’s repast;’ When we’ve sampled the meal of damper and ‘dog’, And lighted the ancient clay, What tales are told on the old camp log, To banish the […]
The Prospector – by Prospect Good
We pined in the crowded city, And tired of sordid marts Where misery glutted pity, Where yesterday limn’d to tomorrow, While loud avarice stalked All day, and at night wan sorrow And vice in vainness walked. We longed for the wide horizon The low, long skyline meets. For the reeded, open roadways, In place of […]
The Old Yundamindera Pub
The Old Yundamindera Pub With mud walls rough and weathered, The old pub stands four square But there’s now no horses tethered, No miners drinking there The rusted roof is leaking, The bar room walls are bare, A loose door’s eerie creaking, The only sound you hear. Gone are the hardy miners, Who did their […]
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