The Bush Girl

So you rode from the range where your brothers select
 Through the ghostly grey bush in the dawn
 You rode slowly at first lest her heart should suspect
 That you were so glad to be gone
 You had scarcely the courage to glance back at her
 By the homestead receding from view
 And you breathed with relief as you rounded the spur
 For the world was a wide world to you
 Grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain
 Fond heart that is ever more true
 Firm faith that grows firmer for watching in vain
 She'll wait by the sliprails for you
 Ah the world is a new and a wide one to you
 But the world to your sweetheart is shut
 For a change never comes to the lonely bush girl
 From the stockyard the bush and the hut
 And the only relief from its dullness she feels
 Is when ridges grow softened and dim
 And away in the dusk to the sliprails she steals
 To dream of past meetings with him
 Grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain
 Fond heart that is ever more true
 Firm faith that grows firmer for watching in vain
 She'll wait by the sliprails for you
 Do you think where in place of bare fences dry creeks
 Clear streams and green hedges are seen
 Where the girls have lily and rose in their cheeks
 And the grass in midsummer is green?
 Do you think now and then now or then in the whirl
 Of the city while London is new
 Of the hut in the bush and the freckled-face girl
 Who is eating her heart out for you?
 Grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain
 Fond heart that is ever more true
 Firm faith that grows firmer for watching in vain
 She'll wait by the sliprails for you
 Those grey eyes that are sadder than sunset or rain
 Bruised heart that is ever more true
 Fond faith that is firmer for trusting in vain
 She waits by the sliprails for you
 She waits by the sliprails for you
 Waits by the sliprails for you
 Just for you