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Bolden's Selection - Jeff's Corack Mansion
Horses grunted wagon groaned
Laden with trees and tools
Departing Jeffcott for Corack
William Mary and the kids
Excited sleepy and grumpy
They rolled down the dusty road
The boys ran along side
Played Ned Kelly and Ben Hall
Shooting at their dad
After his precious cargo
The distance took it's toll
Snoring peacefully on arrival
The aroma of rabbit stew
Fresh damper and cool water
Greeted their arrival
At the camp soon to be a
Hut and home for Jeff
A place to raise a family
Bloody good tucker Jeff
William declared mopping the gravy
Off his plate with damper
Just what we needed
Been a long bloody day
I think the flies are getting worse
Sleep came quickly that night
Snoring filled the air
Male and female young and old
Morning came even quicker
Jeff and William had two hours
In before the boys surfaced
Ya want a bloody mansion ya bastard
William chided Jeff again and again
40 by 20 what are ya gunna to do
Park the bloody wagon in it
By lunch were posts were in
The afternoon spent splitting trees
Joe and Bert hunted snakes
Mary helped where she could
William and Jeff argued about wood
As only mates can
William's wattle or Jeff's buloke
Dad's wattle of course declared Bert
Two days of sweating
Produced four walls
Two wattle and two buloke
We'll bloody see said Jeff
With the frame for the roof in place
They were off home in the morning
Laden with trees and tools
Departing Jeffcott for Corack
William Mary and the kids
Excited sleepy and grumpy
They rolled down the dusty road
The boys ran along side
Played Ned Kelly and Ben Hall
Shooting at their dad
After his precious cargo
The distance took it's toll
Snoring peacefully on arrival
The aroma of rabbit stew
Fresh damper and cool water
Greeted their arrival
At the camp soon to be a
Hut and home for Jeff
A place to raise a family
Bloody good tucker Jeff
William declared mopping the gravy
Off his plate with damper
Just what we needed
Been a long bloody day
I think the flies are getting worse
Sleep came quickly that night
Snoring filled the air
Male and female young and old
Morning came even quicker
Jeff and William had two hours
In before the boys surfaced
Ya want a bloody mansion ya bastard
William chided Jeff again and again
40 by 20 what are ya gunna to do
Park the bloody wagon in it
By lunch were posts were in
The afternoon spent splitting trees
Joe and Bert hunted snakes
Mary helped where she could
William and Jeff argued about wood
As only mates can
William's wattle or Jeff's buloke
Dad's wattle of course declared Bert
Two days of sweating
Produced four walls
Two wattle and two buloke
We'll bloody see said Jeff
With the frame for the roof in place
They were off home in the morning
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Bolden`s Selection - Jeff`s Corack Mansion
Bolden`s Selection - Jeff`s Corack Mansion
