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HARRY CHAPLIN Broken Hill 1974 Percy BrookfieldFrom North, South, East and WestwardHe was loved by all who slave And to save the lives of others His noble life he gave He did not want the asking He was ready for the fray And won a name in history On that immortal day Chorus Australia, Australia, The loss of Brookfield may you mourn He faced the gun, our noble son, And from our ranks he's gone He loved his fellow workers And for them his life he gave And now he's sleeping peacefully In a heroes grave The train was late that morning To Adelaide on its way, When a man ran amok at Riverton And held the crowd at bay. Jack Broomfield in a moment Said “Something must be done.” And bravely rushed the murderer And tried to seize his gun. |