---

Edward Dyson - A New Girl Up At White’s
Work rating: Low

THERE’S a fresh track down the paddock
    Through the lightwoods to the creek,
And I notice Billy Craddock
    And Maloney do not speak,
And The Snag is slyly bitter
    When he’s criticising Bill,
And there’s quite a foreign glitter
    On the fellows at the mill.

Sid M‘Mahon’s turned out a dandy
    With a masher coat and tie,
And the engine-driver, Sandy,
    Curls his whiskers on the sly:
All the boys wear paper collars
    And their tombstone shirts of nights,
So it’s ten to one in dollars
    There’s a new girl up at White’s.

She’s a charmer from the river,
    But she steeps the lads in gloom,
With her blue eyes all a-quiver
    And her hair like wattle-bloom;
Though she’s pretty and beguiling,
    And so lit up, like, with fun
That the flowers turn to her smiling,
    Just as if she was the sun.

But I wish she’d leave the valley,
    For the camp is dull to me,
Now the mill hands never rally
    For the regulation spree,
And there’s not another joker
    Gives a tinker’s curse for nap.,
Or will take a hand at poker
    Or at euchre with a chap!

Tom won’t stir us with his fiddle
    By the boilers as he did
While Bob stepped it in the middle,
    And we passed the billy-lid.
Ah! we had some gay old nights there,
    But the boys now don’t agree,
And they hang about at White’s there,
    When they’ve togged up after tea.

With the gloves we have no battle;
    Now they sneak away and moon
Round with White, discussing cattle
    All the Sunday afternoon.
There’s a want of old uprightness,
    Too, has come upon the push,
And a sort of cold politeness
    That’s not called for in the bush.

They’re all off, too, in that quarter;
    Kate goes sev’ral times a week
Seeing Andy Kelly’s daughter,
    Jimmy’s sister, up the creek;
And this difference seems a pity,
    Since their chances are so slim—
While they are running after Kitty,
    She is running after Jim.
Source
The script ran 0.001 seconds.