Old Gundagai
OLD GUNDAGAI
We meet again on the river bank
Where we dwelt - it is ages ago -
And look in vain, thro' the passing crowd
For faces we used to know.
On the other bank stood the old black chief
There urging his warriors on
To block us from landing when swimming this stream
Now the last of those tribes have gone
On yonder knoll those blacks used to camp
And fished in the river there
And the features of change since those days long past
As we look we see everywhere
The giant gums have gone from the bend
Where twas wood, tis an open plain
And down by the creek where the cattle camped
Waves a paddock of golden grain
By James Gormly
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