There's a Music Hall song re-collected by Cyril Tawney, which is probably British, set in Australia:

A long time ago in the wilds of Australia,
Out in the goldfields there once stood a camp.
The miners were made up of all kinds of classes,
With many's the scapegrace and many's the scamp.
Into their midst came a young man from England
And with him he brought a young thrush in a cage;
When the bird sang, how those rugh fellows listened -
In fact, the young thrush soon became all the rage.

Chorus
There fell a deep hush as the song of the thrush
Was heard by that motley crew;
Many a rough fellow's eyes grew dim
As the notes rang out strong and true.
Eyes ligthed up with a deep yearning look
As the bird trilled its wonderful lay,
For it brought to their minds dear old England and home,
Thousands of miles away.

There's another verse which I've completely forgotten; somebody will know it?

Steve