The Good Old Concertina

Henry Lawson, 1891

      'Twas merry when the hut was full
      Of jolly girls and fellows.
      We danced and sang until we burst
      The concertina's bellows.
      From distant Darling to the sea,
      From the Downs to Riverina,
      Has e'er a gum in all the west
      Not heard the concertina?

      'Twas peaceful round the campfire blaze,
      The long white branches o'er us;
      We'd play the tunes of bygone days,
      To some good old bush chorus.
      Old Erin's harp may sweeter be,
      The Scottish pipes blow keener;
      But sing an old bush song for me
      To the good old concertina.

      'Twas cosy by the hut-fire bright
      When the pint pot passed between us;
      We drowned the voice of the stormy night
      With the good old concertina's.
      Though trouble drifts along the years,
      And the pangs of care grow keener,
      My heart is gladdened when it hears
      That good old concertina.