Rippling round the flanks of Frome,
Winding through rich fields of loam,
Murmuring a quiet song.
Peaceful flows the Cudgegong.
Through beds of rood where loud is heard
The shrill cry of the water bird,
Twixt wlllowed banks, rising sheer,
Wand'rlng down to Mudgee weir.
By the leafy, shaded bowers,
Where lovers while the raptured hours,
Soothing as a pleasant dream.
Placid flows the peaceful stream.
A silv'ry, glitt'rlng lake serene
Meanders 'midst a wondrous scene
Of arching willows, drooping down,
To drape the pride of Mudgee town.
And age-old gum trees proudly stand
Sentinels o'er a fairy strand
Of grassy banks, where happy throngs
May hear the echo of its songs.
Gurgling o'er 'its wall set sheer,
Pronely, proudly harem to hear,
The triumph song of Mudgee well--
"With ease I drown one child a year."
--H. E.. Barton.
Notes
From the NSW Newspaper The Mudgee Guardian and North-Western Representative 10 Jul 1939 p. 7.
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