There is little doubt that Australia was seen as a ‘golden land’ during the 1850s and 60s and became a major destination. The convict shackles were off and the gold rush fever consumed the bulk of the population. As the colonies grew it became necessary to offer land grants to encourage pastoral growth. This was a land built on pioneering spirit and fast horses.
Answer To ‘Will You Ever Go Home.
‘ (Tune: All Got A Down Upon Me)
(Tune: Guy Fawkes)
THE NEW RUSH
Poems and songs of J. Jogers
Songster size/Blue printed cover. 2/-
Published Melbourne. Wilson & Mackinnon. Collins St East
Contains mostly poetry plus the following item:
Published in Maitland Mercury and Hunter River:
If Tommy Lee and Bobby Gray are partners in a claim
And Tommy Lee declines to work and Bobby Gray the same
When time arrives to purchase food and other things beside,
How many pounds and shillings will this precious pair divide?
The Digger’s Toast
There is a glossary at the end of the booklet including a reference to ‘hatter’ being a miner who works alone Ò i.e. mad as a hatter.
HALF A DOZEN BALLADS FOR AUSTRALIAN EMIGRANTS
A Ballad For The Gold Diggers
THE AUSTRALIAN GOLD DIGGER’S MONTHLY
Published in Melbourne by James Bonwick.
Advice to the Digger
READ– struggle hard against your disinclination to read. We know what the difficulties and inconveniences of a digger’s life are, and how hard it is to bring the mind to read. But battle manfully for mental food. When the intellect is starved, the moral power is weakened, and refined pleasure is lost forever.
Good Habits. The man, who cannot resist the moral antagonism of the diggings, shows that he has very little good principle at bottom. Health. The hot weather is coming and our friends must look after bad eyes and dysentery. No one should be without some sulphate of zinc for eye water, and arrowroot when under and bowel attack. Beware of bad water and sod damper. Attend to cleanliness, guard against sudden chills, and lie not upon the ground.
Letter from a digger in New South Wales
The Miner’s Song
Imperial Songster 1917
On Saturday we leave at one
On Sunday we’ve got money to burn
But on Monday and Tuesday none
Wednesday we start on the borrow
Thursday we promise to pay
And sing he’s a Jolly Good Fellow
When Friday comes, Hooray.
Australian Journal1868 and quoted in article as a song.
Then why should we pine for vain riches
Or any such glittering toys?
A light heart and thin pair of breeches
Will go through the word my brave boys.
Australian Journal 1865 from The Black Sheep
Ben Bolt In Melbourne
(Tune: Ben Bolt)
‘The Great Kalgoorlie Riot’ from John Greenway book ‘The Last frontier’
When the roofs of Kalgoorlie glean bright over the plain
They are carefully checking the lists of the slain
There’s a square yard of glass come to grief in the shops
And buttons the less amongst seventeen cops.
From Donald Friend.