There’s a shaker up the gully,
There’s a paddock partly stripped,
And a shovel pick and dishes lying round
And a little heap of tailings
Lying underneath the sieves
And a heap of hoppers stones upon the ground.
But the hand that shook the shaker
Never more will raise a ‘run’,
O’er the ripples of the eight and twenty four
For hes numbered with the lost ones,
And he’s bleaching in the sun
On the deserts of this God-forsaken shore.
Whats his name? And whence he came?
That’s more than we can tell,
Though we know his name was Bob, like many more.
Now those dull and dreary deserts
Of the wild and weary West
Have another daring soul to ponder o’er.
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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.
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