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The Bush Girl

Words: Henry Lawson. Music: Con Caston

 

So you rode from the range where your brothers “select”

Through the ghostly grey bush in the dawn.

You rode slowly at first, lest her heart should suspect

That you were so glad to be gone

You had scarcely the courage to glance back at her

By the homestead receding from view

And you breathed with relief as you rounded the spur

For the world was a wide one to you

 

Grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain

Fond heart that is ever more true

Firm faith that grows firmer for watching in vain

She’ll wait by the sliprails for you.

 

The world is a new and a wide one to you

But the world to your sweetheart is shut

For a change never comes to the lonely bush girl

From the stockyard, the bush and the hut

And the only relief from its dullness she feels

Is when ridges grow softened and dim,

And away in the dusk to the sliprails she steals

To dream of past meetings with him

 

Do you think, where, in place of bare fences, dry creeks

Clear streams and green hedges are seen

Where the girls have the lily and the rose in their cheeks

And the grass in midsummer is green

Do you think now and then, now and then, in the whirl

Of the city, while London is new

Of the hut in the bush and the freckle faced girl

Who is eating her heart out for you?

 

Grey eyes that are sadder than sunset or rain

Bruised heart that is ever more true

Fond faith that grows firmer for trusting in vain

She waits by the sliprails for you.