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While the Billy Boils.
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Lone whare, on the green hill-side,
From human haunts apart,
Unnoticed by the eye of Pride,
A hallowed spot thou art.
This roof, that ever inward falls,
This shattered door, these mouldering walls,
Once held a human heart.
From human haunts apart,
Unnoticed by the eye of Pride,
A hallowed spot thou art.
This roof, that ever inward falls,
This shattered door, these mouldering walls,
Once held a human heart.
H. L. Twisleton.
XLII.
While the Billy Boils.
The speargrass crackles under the billy and overhead is
the winter sun;
There’s snow on the hills, there’s frost in the gully, that
minds me of things that I’ve seen and done,
Of blokes that I knew, and mates that I’ve worked with,
and the sprees we had in the days gone by;
And a mist comes up from my heart to my eyelids, I feel
fair sick and I wonder why.
the winter sun;
There’s snow on the hills, there’s frost in the gully, that
minds me of things that I’ve seen and done,
Of blokes that I knew, and mates that I’ve worked with,
and the sprees we had in the days gone by;
And a mist comes up from my heart to my eyelids, I feel
fair sick and I wonder why.
There is coves and coves! Some I liked partic’lar, and
some I would sooner I never knowed;
But a bloke can’t choose the chaps that he’s thrown with
in the harvest paddock or here on the road.
There was chaps from the other side that I shore with
that I’d like to have taken along for mates,
But we said, “So long!” and we laughed and parted for
good and all at the station gates.
some I would sooner I never knowed;
But a bloke can’t choose the chaps that he’s thrown with
in the harvest paddock or here on the road.
There was chaps from the other side that I shore with
that I’d like to have taken along for mates,
But we said, “So long!” and we laughed and parted for
good and all at the station gates.