Toggle Dropdown Serif Sans-serif Monospaced Dyslexic Bold Italic Font size: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 Mark as read [object Object] Only page of title 252 11 Easy Let bushmen think as bushmen will, And say whate'er they choose, I hate to hear the stupid sneer At New Chum Jackaroos. He may not ride as you can ride, Or do what you can do; But sometimes you'd seem small beside The New Chum Jackaroo. His share of work he never shirks, And through the blazing drought, He lives the old things down, and works His own salvation out. When older, wiser chums despond He battles brave of heart -- 'Twas he who sailed of old beyond The margin of the chart. 'Twas he who proved the world was round -- In crazy square canoes; The lands you're living in were found By New Chum Jackaroos. He crossed the deserts hot and bare, From barren, hungry shores -- The plains that you would scarcely dare With all your tanks and bores. He fought a way through stubborn hills Towards the setting sun -- Your fathers all and Burke and Wills Were New Chums, every one. When England fought with all the world In those brave days gone by, And all its strength against her hurled, He held her honour high. By Southern palms and Northern pines -- Where'er was life to lose -- She held her own with thin red lines Of New Chum Jackaroos. Through shot and shell and solitudes, Wherever feet have gone, The New Chums fought while eye-glass dudes And Johnnies led them on. And though he wear a foppish coat, And these old things forget, In stormy times I'd give a vote For Cuffs and Collars yet. End of title Sign in to unlock this title Sign in to continue reading, it's free! As an unregistered user you can only read a little bit. Links External resources bookshop Wikipedia Project Gutenberg Goodreads Google Books
Let bushmen think as bushmen will, And say whate'er they choose, I hate to hear the stupid sneer At New Chum Jackaroos.
He may not ride as you can ride, Or do what you can do; But sometimes you'd seem small beside The New Chum Jackaroo.
His share of work he never shirks, And through the blazing drought, He lives the old things down, and works His own salvation out.
When older, wiser chums despond He battles brave of heart -- 'Twas he who sailed of old beyond The margin of the chart.
'Twas he who proved the world was round -- In crazy square canoes; The lands you're living in were found By New Chum Jackaroos.
He crossed the deserts hot and bare, From barren, hungry shores -- The plains that you would scarcely dare With all your tanks and bores.
He fought a way through stubborn hills Towards the setting sun -- Your fathers all and Burke and Wills Were New Chums, every one.
When England fought with all the world In those brave days gone by, And all its strength against her hurled, He held her honour high.
By Southern palms and Northern pines -- Where'er was life to lose -- She held her own with thin red lines Of New Chum Jackaroos.
Through shot and shell and solitudes, Wherever feet have gone, The New Chums fought while eye-glass dudes And Johnnies led them on.
And though he wear a foppish coat, And these old things forget, In stormy times I'd give a vote For Cuffs and Collars yet.
