Before We Were Married
Henry Lawson, 1906
Blacksoil plains were grey soil, grey soil in the drought.
Fifteen years away, and five hundred miles out;
Swag and bag and billy carried all our care
Before we were married, and I wish that I were there.
River banks were grassy grassy in the bends,
Running through the land where mateship never ends;
We belled the lazy fishing lines and droned the time away
Before we were married, and I wish it were to-day.
Working down the telegraph winters' gales and rains
Cross the tumbled scenery of Marlborough "plains",
Beach and bluff and cook's tent and the cook was a "cow"
Before we were married, but I wish that it was now.
The rolling road to Melbourne, and grey-eyed girl in fur
One arm to a stanchion and one round her;
Seat abaft the skylight when the moon had set
Before she was married, and I wish it wasn't yet.