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SITE SOURCE: Bush Life

Camels
By Jimmy The Ringer

The public men of Speewa, in indignation met
To pass a resolution, that the People must not let
The Speewa squatters have their way, to work their deep-laid schemes
To substitute the camels for the horse and bullock teams.

Tis true great was the distance where their loading had to go,’
And camels travelled easily, while bullock teams were slow,.
But squatters yet must learn the fact, if things come to the push,
That the bush was made for townships, not the townships for the bush.

The landlord of the “Gladstone” being voted to the chair,
Said he thanked this public meeting for having placed him there,
And then told in graphic language of what the land would be
If those hump-backed dromedaries were allowed to cross the sea.

The stately homes of Speewa would be levelled to the ground,
And a desert be our back yard, where our children now play round;
No more we’d hear the laughter of our boys at alley taw,
If to keep those awful camels out we didn’t pass a law.

And again in Speewa’s township two blacksmiths always dwell.
And likewise there’s a wheelwright’s shed and a saddler’s shop as well;
For years they’d made a living out of horse and bullock teams,
And they’d be also victimised by these station camel schemes.

‘Twas quite absurd that squatters, with some odd million sheep,
And some odd thousand station hands, their wretched flocks to keep,
Should go against the People’s wish (of Speewa, so it seems),
And think teams were made for stations, not the stations for the teams.

And in this somewhat doleful strain he rambled on awhile,
And told some other fairy tales in back-block patriot style.
But the notion was that runs were made (perhaps it may sound funny),
for keeping up the back-blocks towns and circulating money.

The next who took the platform was one who’s known the best,
Among the sporting papers as a ” white man of the West.”
He said:—Hi ham a worker’s fren’ and hopposed to hupper classes,
For Hi gets up scrappin’ matches, so’s to heducate the masses.

“Hi sens below to Sydney for fighters on the job,
To helevate the western men at two-an’-six a nob,
Hand though Hi fixes up the mill when camels are in town,
HI never sees a Hafghan yet part up is ‘arf-a-crown.” —

And in this strain the publicans from Bourke to Milparinga
Waxed warm with indignation, and all appeared to think a
Law should be at once brought in to stop this camel craze,
And protect the mighty interests of horse and bullock drays.

Then someone else got up and said that worse was yet to come—
These camels sometimes had diseases which might prove troublesome
For it would spread to men as well, and make them raring mad,
And he’d heard it tackled Willis, and he’d got it very bad.

Then a panic seized the meeting, from the doorman to the chair,
And everyone in fright rushed forth into the open air.
Now they say with scared, blanched faces, when they the thing discuss,
“Great Scott! it tackled Willis. What must it mean to us?”

So there’s panic now on Speewa, there’s rebellion in the air,
Twixt camels and their dread disease, there’s commotion everywhere;
But they swear they’ll teach those squatters, if things come to a push,
That the bush was made for townships, not the townships for the bush.