Outback Family History
  • Home
  • Contact
  • About Us
  • Ripping Yarns & Tragic Tales
  • Grave Tales
You are here: Home / Poets Corner / From The Far West by Barcroft Boake

From The Far West by Barcroft Boake

11/10/2025 By Moya Sharp 2 Comments

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 plain,
And come and go
With muttering low
In the time when the rivers cease to flow,
And the Drought King holds his reign;

When the fiercest piker who ever turned
With lowered head in defiance proud,
Grown gaunt and weak,
Release doth seek
In vain from the depths of the slimy creek —
His sepulchre and his shroud;

His requiem sung by an insect host,
Born of the pestilential air,
That seethe and swarm
In hideous form
Where the stagnant waters lie thick and warm,
And Fever lurks in his lair:

Where a placid, thirst-provoking lake
Clear in the flashing sunlight lies —
But the stockman knows
No water flows
Where the shifting mirage comes and goes
Like a spectral paradise;

And, crouched in the saltbush’s sickly shade,
Murmurs to Heaven a piteous prayer:
‘O God! must I
Prepare to die?’
And, gazing up at the brazen sky,
Reads his death warrant there.

Gaunt, slinking dingoes snap and snarl,
Watching his slowly ebbing breath
Crows are flying,
Hoarsely crying
Burial service o’er the dying —
Foul harbingers of Death.

Full many a man has perished there,
Whose bones gleam white from the waste of sand —
Who left no name
On the scroll of Fame,
Yet died in his tracks, as well became
A son of that desert land.


Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake (26 March 1866 – 2 May 1892) was an Australian Stockman and poet who wrote primarily within the ‘bush poetry’ tradition. He was active for only a few years before his suicide at the young age of 26. He believed that ‘bush life’ was the only life worth living.

Boake was born in Sydney to Irish-born professional photographer Barcroft Capel Boake; his mother died when he was thirteen. Educated at private schools, Boake left home at the age of 17 and was apprenticed as a surveyor’s draughtsman. He disliked clerical work and, in 1886, moved to the Monaro district to work as an assistant surveyor. He later worked as a boundary rider and drover in the Outback. He returned to Long Bay, North Sydney, in early 1892 and hanged himself with a stockwhip a few months later after being missing for 8 days.

Barcroft Boake - Image Wikipidia

Barcroft Boake – Image Wikipedia

Boake was first published in late 1890 and regularly appeared in ‘The Bulletin’ before his death, with the posthumous publication of Where the Dead Men Lie, and Other Poems in 1897 bringing his work to a wider audience. His poems feature Outback settings, and many of his best-received works incorporate the subject of death. ‘Where the dead men lie’ is one of Australia’s most anthologised poems.

He popularised the term “Never Never” as a nickname for the Outback.

The following two tabs change content below.
  • Bio
  • Latest Posts
My Twitter profileMy Facebook profileMy Google+ profileMy LinkedIn profile

Moya Sharp

Owner at Outback Family History
My name is Moya Sharp, I live in Kalgoorlie Western Australia and have worked most of my adult life in the history/museum industry. I have been passionate about history for as long as I can remember and in particular the history of my adopted home the Eastern Goldfields of Western Australia. Through my website I am committed to providing as many records and photographs free to any one who is interested in the family and local history of the region.
My Twitter profileMy Facebook profileMy Google+ profileMy LinkedIn profile

Latest posts by Moya Sharp (see all)

  • Blood on the Mulga Plains: The Last Day of John Sutherland - 28/02/2026
  • A Brother’s Return in Mourning: Tragedy on the Coolgardie Goldfields - 28/02/2026
  • The Contract at Old Warden Shaft - 28/02/2026

Share this:

  • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
  • Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn
  • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
  • More
  • Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr
  • Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit
  • Share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket
  • Print (Opens in new window) Print

Like this:

Like Loading...

Related

Filed Under: People, Poets Corner Tagged With: Australian History

Comments

  1. Glennis Radovic says

    12/10/2025 at 5:42 am

    Thankyou for putting up poems of Barcroft Boake my favorite poen of his was call The Hat peg.

    Reply
    • Moya Sharp says

      12/10/2025 at 11:49 am

      I have not heard of that one I will look it up.

      Reply

Leave a ReplyCancel reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Donate Jar

Leave a Tip!

If you would like to support my work sharing stories of the Western Australian Goldfields, a small tip – starting at just $2 – would mean a great deal. You’re welcome to give more if you feel inclined.

Every contribution, no matter the amount, helps me continue researching and preserving these important stories for future generations. Your generosity supports the ongoing costs of running the website. Thank you so much.






🏦 Direct Deposit

Free Subscription to the Latest Stories

* indicates required

Return to top of page

Copyright © 2026 ·

%d