The
vessels started dragging, drifting slowly to the lee;
And the darkness of the night
Hid the coral reefs from sight,
And the Captains dared not risk the chance to grope their way to sea.
In the dark they dared not shift!
They were forced to wait and drift;
All hands stood by
uncertain would the anchors hold or no.
But the men on deck could see
If a chance of hope might be -
There was little chance of safety for the men who were below.
Through that long, long night of dread,
While the storm raged overhead,
They were
waiting by their engines, with the
furnace fires aroar.
So they waited, staunch and true,
Though they knew, and well they knew,
They must drown like rats imprisoned if the
vessel touched the shore.
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When the grey dawn broke at last,
And the long, long night was past,
While the
hurricane redoubled, lest its prey should steal away,
On the rocks, all smashed and strewn,
Were the German
vessels thrown,
While the Yankees, swamped and
helpless, drifted shorewards down the bay.
Then at last spoke Captain Kane,
`All our anchors are in vain,
`And the Germans and the Yankees they have drifted to the lee!
`Cut the cables at the bow!
`We must trust the engines now!
`Give her steam, and let her have it, lads, we'll fight her out to sea!'
And the answer came with cheers
From the stalwart engineers,
From the grim and grimy firemen at the
furnaces below;
And above the
sullen roar
Of the breakers on the shore
Came the throbbing of the engines as they laboured to and fro.
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If the
strain should find a flaw,
Should a bolt or rivet draw,
Then - God help them! for the
vessel were a
plaything in the tide!
With a face of honest cheer,
Quoth an English engineer,
`I will answer for the engines that were built on old Thames side!
`For the stays and stanchions taut,
`For the rivets truly wrought,
`For the valves that fit their faces as a glove should fit the hand.
`Give her every ounce of power,
`If we make a knot an hour
`Then it's way enough to steer her and we'll drive her from the land.'
Like a foam flake tossed and thrown,
She could
barely hold her own,
While the other ships all
helplessly were drifting to the lee.
Through the
smother and the rout
The `Calliope' steamed out -
And they cheered her from the Trenton that was foundering in the sea.
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Aye! drifting shoreward there,
All
helpless as they were,
Their
vessel hurled upon the reefs as weed
ashore is hurled.
Without a thought of fear
The Yankees raised a cheer -
A cheer that English-speaking folk should echo round the world.
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DO THEY KNOW
Do they know? At the turn to the straight
Where the favourites fail,
And every atom of weight
Is telling its tale;
As some grim old stayer hard-pressed
Runs true to his breed,
And with head just in front of the rest
Fights on in the lead;
When the jockeys are out with the whips,
With a furlong to go;
And the backers grow white to the lips -
Do you think they don't know?
Do they know? As they come back to weigh
In a
whirlwind of cheers,
Though the spurs have left marks of the fray,
Though the sweat on the ears
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Gathers cold, and they sob with distress
As they roll up the track,
They know just as well their success
As the man on their back.
As they walk through a dense human lane,
That sways to and fro,
And cheers them again and again,
Do you think they don't know?
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THE PASSING OF GUNDAGAI
`I'LL introdooce a friend!' he said,
`And if you've got a
vacant pen
`You'd better take him in the shed
`And start him shearing straight ahead,
`He's one of these here quiet men.
`He never strikes - that ain't his game;
`No matter what the others try
`He goes on shearing just the same.
`I never
rightly knew his name -
`We always call him ``Gundagai''!'
Our flashest shearer then had gone
To train a racehorse for a race,
And while his sporting fit was on
He couldn't be relied upon,
So `Gundagai' shore in his place.
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Alas for man's veracity!
For reputations false and true!
This `Gundagai' turned out to be,
For
strife and all-round villainy,
The very worst I ever knew!
He started racing Jack Devine,
And grumbled when I made him stop.
The pace he showed was extra fine,
But all those pure-bred ewes of mine
Were bleeding like a butcher's shop.
He cursed the sheep, he cursed the shed,
From roof to
rafter, floor to shelf;
As for my mongrel ewes, he said,
I ought to get a razor blade
And shave the
blooming things myself.
On Sundays he controlled a `school',
And played `two-up' the livelong day;
And many a young confiding fool
He shore of his
financial wool;
And when he lost he would not pay.
He organised a shearers' race,
And `touched' me to provide the prize.
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His packhorse showed
surprising pace
And won hands down - he was The Ace,
A
well-known racehorse in disguise.
Next day the bruiser of the shed
Displayed an opal-tinted eye,
With large contusions on his head.
He smiled a
sickly smile, and said
He'd `had a cut at ``Gundagai''!'
But just as we were getting full
Of `Gundagai' and all his ways,
A
telegram for `Henry Bull'
Arrived. Said he, `That's me - all wool!
`Let's see what this here message says.'
He opened it, his face grew white,
He dropped the shears and turned away.
It ran, `Your wife took bad last night;
`Come home at once - no time to write,
`We fear she may not last the day.'
He got his cheque - I didn't care
To dock him for my mangled ewes;
His store
account - we `called it square'.
Poor wretch! he had enough to bear,
Confronted by such
dreadful news.
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The shearers raised a little purse
To help a mate, as shearers will,
`To pay the doctor and the nurse,
`And if there should be something worse -
`To pay the undertaker's bill.'
They wrung his hand in sympathy,
He rode away without a word,
His head hung down in misery.
A
wandering hawker passing by
Was told of what had just occurred.
`Well! that's a curious thing,' he said,
`I've known that feller all his life -
`He's had the loan of this here shed!
`I know his wife ain't nearly dead,
`Because he hasn't got a wife!'
.
.
.
.
.
You should have heard the whipcord crack
As angry shearers galloped by,
In vain they tried to fetch him back.
A little dust along the track
Was all they saw of `Gundagai'.
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THE WARGEILAH HANDICAP
WARGEILAH town is very small,
There's no
cathedral nor a club,
In fact the
township, all in all,
Is just one unpretentious pub;
And there, from all the stations round,
The local sportsmen can be found.
The sportsmen of Wargeilah side
Are very few but very fit:
There's scarcely any sport been tried
But what they held their own at it
In fact, to search their records o'er,
They held their own and something more.
'Twas round about Wargeilah town
An English new-chum did infest:
He used to
wander up and down
In baggy English
breeches drest -
His
mentalaspect seemed to be
Just stolid self-sufficiency.
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The local sportsmen
vainly sought
His
tranquil calm to
counteract,