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SITE SOURCE: Mrs D. Clarke - Folklore Unit written by George Le Brunn and Walter Hastings around 1890
The Song of the ThrushYears ago in the wilds of AustraliaOut in the goldfields there once stood a camp The miners were made up of all sorts of classes Many a scapegoat and many a scamp When into their midst came a young man from England And with him he brought a small thrush in a cage To hear the bird sing they would flock round in dozens That sweet little songster became all the rage There fell a deep hush, As the song of the thrush Was heard by that motley throng Many a rough fellow's eyes grew dim As the bird sang out clear and strong Eyes lighted up with a bright yearning look As the bird sang it's beautiful lay It brought to their minds Dear old England and home Thousands of miles away. |