The Mallee Farmer's Dirge (1901)
[FOR THE WORKER.]
We've ploughed the fields and scattered
Some good seed on the land ;
Our ploughs are worn and battered,
Our teams can hardly stand.
The ploughing' s been a tough job
Without refreshing, rain ;
The harrowing's a rough job
And should be done again.
But what's the use of trailing o'er
Those clods from dawn till dark--
It only breaks the harrows more
And scarcely leaves a mark.
The wheat we sowed two months ago
Has feebly struggled through,
And seems to say, what well we know :
" I'm not so green as you."
For when we sight the Western sky
To view our sunsets grand,
No lovely green sward greets the eye--
You'd think our fields were tanned.
WARRANA.
Vic.
Notes
From the Wagga NSW newspaper the Worker Saturday 22 June 1901, p. 2.