So far back in the earliest day
The Australian bushman struck a blow-
Doing all he would on any day
At the only way trade back then he'd know-
In those early now oldest days the bushman
The hardest work he knew back when-
There was any amount of them away back then
Most will never be heard of ag'en-
He spent his life away from home
Alone but for a working mate-
And his dog and horse , and of course
Only other signs of life was the occasional gate-
With his working gear and a pack horse too
He be so far out where then non had been-
Clearing country , fencing and stock work
In places very few white men had ever seen-
Cutting timber and making gates
preparation for stock at the time-
Mostly all on his own , the bush was his home
And how he loved his life and the bush just fine-
His hands where rough , his back was tough
The lines on his face they told it all-
On his own so far away from home
Where only a crow would call-
Sometimes trapping dingo's was his work
When and if they became a problem then-
Axe work like non do today at all
Hard work was his normal day back when-
Regardless of the weather mostly
He'd be way out there on the job-
Striking a blow for the boss it's so
And for home and family making a bob-
A much loved cup of billy boiled tea
And camp made dampa bread-
A bush made stew would always do
And a swag roll for his bed-
Worked hard all day then for his pay
The Australian early bushman of the time-
Almost forgotten as the years go by
His home the virgin scrub and hanging vine-
The earliest Australian bushman
He almost alone calved every country mile-
Doing as he did away back then
All in then an Australian bushman style-