Mount Bukaroo

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