Mount Bukaroo - Slim Dusty

Mount Bukaroo - Slim Dusty
Written by：Slim Dusty/Henry Lawson
Only one old post is standing solid yet but only
One
Where the milking and the branding and the slaughtering were
Done
Later years have brought dejection
Care and sorrow but we
Knew
Happy days on that selection underneath old bukaroo
Then the light of day commencing
Found us at the
Gully's head
Splitting timber for the fencing stripping bark to roof the
Shed
Hands and hearts with labour strengthened
Weariness we never knew
Even when the shadows lengthened 'round the base of bukaroo
There for days below
The paddock how the wilderness would
Yield
To the spade the pick and
Mattock while we toiled
To win the field
Half our hands are hard to sully
Ours the deeper
Blended screw
Burning off down in the gully
At the back of
Bukaroo
When the cows were safely yarded
And the calves were
In the pen
All the cares of day discarded 'round the fire we
Mustered then
Rang the roof with boyish laughter
While the flames e'er
Topped the flue
Happy nights remembered after far away from bukaroo
But the years were full of changes and a sorrow
Found us there
For our home amid the ranges was not safe from
Searching care
On he came a silent creeper
And another mountain threw
O'er our lives a shadow deeper than the shade of
Bukaroo
All the farm is disappearing
For the home has vanished
Now
Mountain scrub has choked the clearing hid the furrows of
The plough
Nearer still the scrub is creeping where the little garden
Grew
And the old folks now are sleeping at the face
Of bukaroo
But the years were full of changes and a sorrow
Found us there
For our home amid the ranges was not safe from
Searching care
On he came a silent creeper
And another mountain threw
O'er our lives a shadow deeper than the shade of
Bukaroo