The Diggers Song – by Barcroft Boake

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 belived 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 dirtrict to work as an assistant surveyor. He later worked as a boundary rider and drover  in the Outback. He returned to Longbay, 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 Wikipidia

Boake was first published in late 1890 and regularly appeared in ‘The Bulletin’ prior to 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 DIGGER’S SONG
by Barcroft Boake (1866-92)
Scrape the bottom of the hole: gather up the stuff,
Fossick in the crannies, lest you leave a grain behind!
Just another shovelful and that’ll be enough-

Now we’ll take it to the bank and see what we can find…

Give the dish a twirl around! Let the water swirl around!
Gently let it circulate-there’s music in the swish
And the tinkle of the gravel, As the pebbles quickly travel
Around in merry circles on the bottom of the dish.
Ah, if man could wash his life – if he only could!
Panning off the evil deeds, keeping but the good:
What a mighty lot of diggers’ dishes would be sold!
Though I fear the heap of tailings would be greater than the gold.
Give the dish a twirl around! Let the water swirl around!
Man’s the sport of circumstance however he may wish.
Fortune! are you there now? Answer to my prayer now-
Drop a half-ounce nugget in the bottom of the dish.
Gently let the water lap! Keep the corners dry!
That’s about the place the gold will generally stay.
What was the bright particle that just then caught my eye?
I fear me by the look of things ’twas only yellow clay…
Just another twirl around! Let the water swirl around!
That’s the way we rob the river of its golden fish.
What’s that? … Can’t we snare a one?
Don’t say that there’s ne’er a one!…
Bah! there’s not a colour in the bottom of the dish.

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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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