Song of A Western Drover (1953)
Oh! If I could live once again, I'd giveAll my wealth and a bit over
To be there, outback on the old bush track
With the song of a western drover.
For to-night it seems, in my campfire dreams.
With each thought of the morrow dawning,
I am out there now 'neath a wattle bough
In the pride of a western morning. And the friends I'd meet on the old Main Street,
And the smiles on the old-time faces,
Would recall delights of the passing night
That we knew, in these far-flung places.
Oh! The roving ways of the droving days,
And the joys that our hearts were after,
Would return again with an old refrain,
And the warmth of a bushman' laughter. And I fancy, too, by the wide Parroo
We would be in a drovers' buster,
(Oh, those tiring ways of perspiring days
When we'd join in a frantic muster!)
While the restless urge seems to surge
Throughout the veins of a restless rover,
I'll be there outback on the old bush track,
With the song of a western drover. -"Hoofs and Horns." Notes From the NSW Newspaper The Braidwood Dispatch and Mining Journal 24 Jul 1953 p. 1.