Over the hills where the sun goes down, Ever and ever so far away, There’s an old, old house in an olden town, I see it now, with its roof so grey, Tho’ it’s ever and ever so far away. And a fair and slender form. I see In the open doorway, standing.there With the […]
CARRYING OVER-WEIGHT – a verse
03/11/2016 By Leave a Comment
Following on from the story on the annual Bricknells Picnic I came across this poem about the ‘performance or lack of, in the Married Ladies Race’. The Sun 4 Oct 1908 Carrying Over Weight An After Dinner Sheffield From the Bricknell Bros Picnic: The event contested immediately after the fine spread had been done justice to […]
The Dirty Acre – The Boulder Block
20/09/2016 By 1 Comment
Rather rowdy, Dingy, cloudy, Dusty, dirty, dim and dowdy, Thirsty throats to mock. Can’t mistake her, Good drought slaker, Six pubs to the bloomin’ acre, Weary hummers, Beery bummers, Cadging ‘deeners’, ‘zacks’ and ‘thrummers’, Mooching in a flock, Frontispieces hard and chilly, Sparring pots off ‘Dick’ and ‘Billy’ (‘Nough to drive a barman silly) On […]
Where Belinda Brought the Drinks!
30/07/2016 By 2 Comments
by Andree Hayward 1896 In the outback pub it was always know when ‘womenfolk’ would be arriving in town. The news could never be kept secret. When the weekly coach arrived all eyes would be on the lookout to catch a glimpse of the ‘new girl’. There was no lack of assistance in helping with […]
The Smith’s – by Dryblower Murphy
02/07/2016 By Leave a Comment
The SMITH’s – By Edwin Greenslade Murphy eg ‘Dryblower Murphy” We had many problems set us when Coolgardie was a camp When a journey to the Goldfields was meant a coach fare or a tramp We has water troubles, tucker ditto, also that of gold, how to clothe ourselves in summer, how to dress to […]
