I'm looking for words to this song....already have part of it:-
Long years ago in the wilds of Australia Out in the goldfields there stood a small camp The miners were made out of all sorts of classes With many a scapegrace and many a scamp.
Into their midst came a young man from England And with him he brought a small thrush in a cage ........?(Then all of the miners would crowd round to listen??) Till that sweet little songster was all of the rage
Chorus.. Then there fell a deep hush. As the song of the thrush, Was heard by that motley throng. Many a rough fellows eyes lit up As the notes rolled out clear and strong. Yes, eyes lighted up with a bright yearning look As this bird trilled his beautiful lay For it bought back in mind dear old England and home Thousands of miles away.
Part of the other verse(s) is ......................? (could be)After a while this bird became famous The miners would come from near and afar For they all preferred to hear that bird sing Then the cards and the dice in the rough liquor bar
Though all of these miners were all sorts of classes The bulk of these men they fair worshiped that bird In the midst of a quarrel they'd stand there and listen When the sweet little..(songster?)..the charmer was heard.
I think that there are more verses, and would be very glad of help in tracing them, and any history of the song. My old friend The late Vic Baker sang it for as long as I can remember, we worked together for over 30 years, and unfortunately I never learnt the song properly!! well...it was _his_ song. Since his very sad death in June99 I would like to sing it in memory of him Many thanks Dave Hunt (aka Dr. Sunshine)