GEORGE PRITCHARD


GEORGE PRITCHARD

Broken Hill
Oct 1980

George is a bit of an old time character. A retired Hill miner, unionist and writer of country songs. Slim Dusty has recorded eleven of his poems, which he had set to music. George calls himself the ‘stirrer of Broken Hill’. I asked George to help me unravel the mystery surrounding the death of Percy Brookfield (Harry Chaplin files for songs on Brookfield). He sent me the following.

‘Percy Brookfield devotees acknowledge the enigma of his character with the inscription upon his tombstone by poet Thomas Bracken.

Not understood poor souls with stunted vision,
Lost measure giants by their narrow gauge;
The poisoned shafts of falsehood and derision,
Are oft impelled ‘gainst those who mould the age.

Dame Mary Gilmore, who had been born at Silvermine, 16 miles from Broken Hill, also wrote some lines.

Tell it abroad, tell it abroad, tell it by chapel and steeple,
How in the pride of his manly Percy Brookfield died for the people
Here was the station; there was the train, and women and children crying,
And thick as a gallop of fiery rain, the madman’s bullets came flying,
Then in his own old quiet way, Brookfield stepped to the breach,
And a man might wait for a thousand years, for a lesson like that to teach.

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