In Kalgoorlie’s north, away out in the scrub Where nobody’s shoulders you’re likely to rub On an old winding track one scarcely could see Well hidden by bush is an old cemetery. And those lonely old graves with headstones of white Would appear to be ghosts should you pass by at night. Here graves are […]
The Gabanintha Beer Strike
20/03/2021 By Leave a Comment
Murchison Times and Day Dawn Gazette -19 May 1904, page 3 The Gabanintha Beer Strike. I wonder if you chaps as writes the papers ever thinks about the price of beer a up here and other sorts of drinks It seems to me you fancy that the centre of the earth and the end of […]
When the Children Come Home – by Henry Lawson
13/03/2021 By Leave a Comment
On a lonely selection far out in the West An old woman works all the day without rest, And she croons, as she toils ‘neath the sky’s glassy dome, `Sure I’ll keep the ould place till the childer come home.’ She mends all the fences, she grubs, and she ploughs, She drives the old horse […]
The Wild Colonial Boy – a ballad
06/03/2021 By Leave a Comment
The Ballad There was a Wild Colonial Boy, Jack Doolan was his name, Of poor but honest parents he was born in Castlemaine, He was his father’s only hope, his mother’s pride and joy, And dearly did his parents love the Wild Colonial Boy. At the early age of 16 years, he left his father’s […]
Damper and Dog !!
27/02/2021 By Leave a Comment
The early miners’ staple diet consisted of ‘Damper and Tinned Dog’, washed down by the inevitable mug of black tea – a meal sufficiently filling to satisfy the cravings of appetites blunted by protracted periods of roughing it in the bush. Apparently, tinned meat, or tinned dog as it was mainly called, must have agreed […]
