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C J Dennis - The Broken Sanctuary
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I `ad been bushed in city streets,
   Where the bricks and mortar grow.
I `ad worked me way through the northern towns
   `Oo`s landmarks I don`t know.
There was faces, faces, driftin` past,
   But never a one I knoo.
An` I never `ad felt the need so great
   For a reel good mate an` true.

A lonely man in the Outback lands
   Is a lonely man, all right.
Yet `e `as the sky an` the birds by day
   An` `e `as the stars by night.
But a lonely man in a crowd o` men
   Is the loneliest of all,
An` that`s `ow come I `ad a few;
   An` that`s `ow come my fall.

Fer I sez to meself, "I`m a stranger `ere,
   An` there ain`t a soul I know."
Then I thinks of a Mate I alwiz `ad
   Where the stunted mulgas grow -
The Man `oo ever `as been my friend
   Through many a black bush night;
An` I thinks, "If I find His house round `ere,
   He`ll give me a doss, all right."

An` I come to His house as I stumbled on,
   An` I found the door ajar;
As it alwiz stands in the Christian lands
   Fer blokes that wander far;
So up I crep` to the altar step,
   An` I sez . . . "I`m `ere again."
I knew He`d spare what nap was there,
   So I lodged with the Mate of Men.

Yes: I found His house, an` I lay me down,
   An` I dreamed of a kindly God;
When a big policeman came along
   An` banged me into quod.
An` the cell was cold, an` the bed was `ard;
   But I thinks, "It`s all right, Bill."
So I lay me down an` dreamed again . .
   An` my Mate was with me still.
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