The Australian Stockman
By Banjo Paterson (Andrew Barton)
The sun peers oer you wooded ridge and thro the forest dense,
Its golden edge oer the mountain ledge looks down on the stockyard fence,
Looks down, looks down, looks down on the stockyard fence;
And dark creeks rush thro the tangled brush, when their shuddering shadows throng
Until they chime in the rude rough rhyme of the wild goburras song.
Chorus
Till they chime, ha! ha! till they chime, ha! ha! in the wild goburras song;
Till they chime, ha! ha! till they chime, ha! ha! in the wild goburras song.
The night owl to her home hath fled, to shun the glorious pomp
Of golden day she speeds away to her nest in the tea-tree swamp;
Away, away to her nest in the tea-tree swamp.
The dingo looks with a timid stare as he stealthily prowls along,
And his pattering feet in concert beat with the wild goburras song.
Chorus: And they beat, ha! ha! &c.
Oh! let them boast their citys wealth, who toil in a dusty town;
Give me the beam on the mountain stream, and the ranges dark-faced frown
The stream, the stream, and the ranges dark-faced frown.
When our steed shall pass oer the quivring grass, and the crack of the sounding thong
Shall bid the startled echoes join the wild goburras song.
Chorus: And they join, ha! ha! &c.