The Road to Bangalow (1921)
(By Jack Moses)
I've left, the stuffy city where my nerves have had a jar,From the hustle and the bustle, till I don't know where I are ;
I'm' tramping in the open for freedom and a blow,
Where no coppers watch the corners--On the road to Bangalow. The Richmond Hills are bonny and are worthy of a boost,
And we all crow our loudest, like a rooster on his roost.
I've seen them in the dawn and the sun set's ruddy glow,
Where the kookaburra chuckles--On the road to Bangalow. There's the ibis in the rushes and the blue crane on the pool,
And the kiddies on their ponies all acoming home from school.
The corn is getting riper, while the pigs and poddies grow,
And there's money in the milkers--On the road to Bangalow. May the river go on flowing just below the banker line,
And the grass all keep as green as wheat away out Narromine.
Now I'm going to have a snifter with a cobber I know,
And toast the lads and lassies--On the road to Bangalow. It's not a Jimmy Woodser, 'cause I've got me cobber here,
And we'll have another snifter; just to toast the pioneer.
And we'll drink it with our hats off, 'cause we wouldn't like to go,
And forget the Digger's father--On the road to Bangalow. Notes From the New South Wales Newspaper The Tweed Daily 26 Nov 1921 p. 2.