Caroline ChisholmSailing ships ride on the blue harbour tideAs the folk step down to Sydney town Hope lost in fear now that new life is near Twill all be fine says Caroline. Gather your children and join our band The heavy beasts sway in the old bullock dray Deep silent lands await the toiler's hand To plough and shear and wool away Leave seagulls cries, as the morning mists rise Just at break of day we'll make our way Rest in the shade while the strong tea is made Then by the ford and ridge to Landsdowne Bridge Camp there the night, scented bark firelight Food and cheering song and talk that's long Of ways that a man might begin in this land Or how to make a Johnny cake On winds the track by the Razor Back The mountainside and the blue divide With visions so grand of a wide sunlit land I'll go beside and be your guide Blue skies aglow and wooden wheels slow The bullock dray heads Goulbourn way Hard roads and slow and how can we go Your hand in mine – says Caroline. Your hand in mine – says Caroline
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