His Quest. by Dryblower Murphy 1926 It was out beyond the Bulong track we met him swagging in, He was middle-aged and ginger, haggard-eyed and famine-thin; And while he munched some damper and a pannikin of tea, He asked us if we thought he’d catch the Perth express at three. There was not a watch […]
A Swearful Dryblower – a verse
11/09/2021 By Leave a Comment
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 […]
Unlucky Jim – a verse
10/07/2021 By Leave a Comment
Northam Courier – 2 Dec 1910, page 6 UNLUCKY JIM Thus he spoke, in tones lugubrious, “Life is but an empty dream” And its joys are just as fleeting, As projections on a screen. Nought remains but plenty trouble, Disappointments, quite a heap, Punted years on singles, doubles, Nuff to make a feller weep. Thus […]
The Unknown Swagman by Dryblower Murphy
19/06/2021 By Leave a Comment
SWAGMAN UNKNOWN. Age About 5O. The body of a swagman was recently found and buried in the bush out from Coolgardie. His name was unknown, and he was about 50 years of age. 1st Aug 1915. In the loose mould Out from Coolgardie Bury an old . Pioneer hardy. Not old. in years, […]
When I die – author unknown
05/06/2021 By Leave a Comment
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 riverbank in the west. Take me back home to the stock camp Out on the endless red plain Let my soul know the peace and the quiet Of […]
