A Bushman’s Farewell to Queensland
Queensland thou art a land of pests
For flies and
In fact they are the very devil
And flies and hornets, just as bad
They nearly drive a fellow mad.
The scorpions and centipedes,
With stinging ants of every breed.
Tarantulas and poisons ness snakes
Iguanas Lizards cockatoos
Bushranger’s dogs and Jackaroos.
Bandicoots and swarms of rats
Bull ants and native cats
Stunted timber, thirsty plains
Parched up deserts scanty rains
There’s rivers you can’t sail ships on
There’s native workers without shifts on
There’s hum ties huts and wooden houses
There’s native men who don’t wear trousers.
There’s Barcoo rot and sandy blight
There’s dingos howling all the night
There’s curlews wait by rotting hogs
There’s savage blacks and native dogs
There’s scan press flowers and stinging trees
There’s poisonous grass and darting flees
Which drive the cattle raving mad
Make sheep and cattle just as bad
And then it never rains in season
There’s drought one year and floods the next
Which sweep the squatters sheep away
And then there is the hell to pay
To stay in this o’ land of mutton!
I would not give a single button!
But bit thee now a long farewell
Thou scorching sunburnt land of hell.
This appears to be an unedited poem written on the back of a Xmas card posted to his parents. A few lines are proving difficult to read and italics are used where there is uncertainty.