Ye who’ve done your pioneering
Up on old Coolgardie
Little caring, nothing fearing
Honest men and hardy
Ye who blazed the Golden Track
In the wake of Bayley.
Pushing to the Outer Back
Gallantly and Gaily
Ye who crossed the raging foam
Taking risks and all in
Good Bye speeding you from home
and the west a-callin
Ye whose luck by fact or hearsay
To win on or fail is;
Can you hear the auctioneers say
Whats the bid for Bayleys
Ye who from the Cross have swamped it
Searching for a gold camp
Doesnt now the auction prompty it
What about the Old Camp?
What about those roaring days there
And the nights of revel
And your manhoods means and ways there
Strictly on the level
What about those roaring days there
And the nights of revel
And your manhoods means and ways there
Strictly on the level
Pushing outposts father out
(Bluey Pick and shaker!)
Jo! a nugget Hear the shout
Let the first man take her
By Jean Dell
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Moya Sharp
Moya, would you please include the poet’s name?
Hi Sandra My apologies, it was Jean Dell, I hadn’t realised that her name had been chopped of when posting. Thanks for letting me know.