Here's another version, found here. I'm inclined to think it's close to what the author actually wrote, since it fixes a few bad rhymes in the version shown above, but it's missing 2 of the above verses.


THE CALL OF THE NORTH

Oh! the western wind is blowing--
So there's rain and cold in store,
And the teams have long been going
Down the road to Mullewa:
To where tropic sun is gleaming
And the fragrant winds blow free;
I've awakened from my dreaming,
And the North is calling me.

Oh! the steam is in the boiler
In the engine-room below,   
And upon the board each toiler
Waits to hear the whistle blow:
For the shearing is beginning,
And my heart is fancy free,
And the friction wheels are spinning,
And the North is calling me.

And so Northward I am going,
For I cannot linger here,
For the starting whistle's blowing,
And the 'guns' are into gear:
So to be there I am yearning,
I will hail the sheds with glee,
For the money wheels are turning,
And the North is calling me.

Notes:
From the Western Australian newspaper The Bunbury Herald and Blackwood Express, Friday 14 June 1929.
Jack Sorensen, Maida Vale.