Thursday, September 23, 2021

Way up there


1 comment:

  1. Up aloft amid the rigging
    Swiftly blows the loud favouring gale
    Strong as springtime in its blossom,
    Filling out each swelling sail
    And the waves we leave behind us
    Seem to murmur as they rise,
    We have tarried here to bear you,
    To the land you dearly prize.

    Now Old England we are leavin'
    For Australia give a cheer,
    Fare thee well, ye dark-eyed damsels
    Give three cheers for Castlemaine XXXX