Down our way, down our way,
Lonely street where children play,
Bright the sun on a dusty road,
Dust-clad cars with a human load.
Parrots pierrot and children sing,
Youth and Health having its fling,
Down our Way.
Down our way, down our way,
Scandal and hate hid from the day.
Nurses its spleen in the only street,
Feuds that scour where 'er they meet.
Slander of tongue and venom's hate,
Lustful that passions create,
Down our way.
Out our way, out our way,
Never a tourist seems to stay,
Onward they press by rail or car.
And swaggies jog along on to Ever-so far,
Life is dead in the sleepy town,
Gramaphones play as the sun goes down,
Out our way,
Down our way, the outback way.
Where King Copper holds his sway,
Holes in the earth that miners made,
Ant-worn wood and slabs decayed.
Poppet heads whose shadows frown,
Ere the wreckers tore them down,
Out our way.
Out our way where night and day.
The trails to somewhere flit away,
A lonely shack is a lonely place,
Seldom to meet a cheery face,
Never a shower la the brazen sky,
Though spring may come and winter die,
Down our way,
C. NEWTON. Duchess.
Notes
From the NSW Newspaper The Northern Miner 12 Nov 1930 p. 6.
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