Mateship, sacrifice endurance And courage in every deed Thus monument ends kokoda They say is the diggers creed But as with every legend Where did the code ere start What placed these words neer tardy Upon those young mens hearts? As my gaze shifts from the hustle Of the busy city sprawl I am brought out tward the country Where seasons make their call A twisted ridgey coolibah Oer on yonder ridge With ashes from the past Scattered round its fringe A buckled up old quart pot Where some stockman in his plight Was stolen from his slumber By a mob rushed in the night And I see the men behind him As he rides to ring their fright Neer spurn on by aspirations But a need to do whats right Theres a set of shears lay resting Neath a branch of former tree Fallen from a passing swaggie Setting out a debt to free Eer he missed them by the woolshed Where a stranger saw his need And he gave him shears and shower Sought no payment for the deed See now there rides a bushman Brings us back to present day And the rise and fall of season Carved within his skin they lay Tho his carriage unassuming And his manners rather rash Yon stands a man unwavering Come season love or cash He was raised pon sense of honour And a creed of chivalry For the wealthy has no time For the poor, neer missed their plea For the price of a smile Would give shirt from his back Neer would ask it of another Of these things he keeps no track Theres a chance you may have met one Felt his honest kindly hand Not pondering of the difference In this quiet country man But I vouch the world be better If we to could value place On mateship, sacrifice, endurance And courage in our race.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Sep 2014 19:33:43 +0000
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