The stars of an out-back sky,
Or follow on with a bushman’s craft,
With my bag and bundle before and aft—
But I haven’t the guts to try!
Oh, I know a place where the gold went down,
The spot where the “country” broke:
And the shaft is there near the ridge’s crown,
By the foot of an old bull-oak.
I know the metal is waiting still
For a lusty heart to buy,