“A Tragic Tale To Tell”
Written by Dick Roberts
They mustered the sheep and cattle,
And also down in peppercorn
The mustering had begun.
They shifted all the cows and calves,
The wethers, ewes and lambs,
Generations of history,
Now lost to Government hands.
The snow leases had expired,
The Parks now took control.
They removed all the stockman,
And started their bush patrols.
The creeks now ran in silence,
The wildflowers wouldn’t grow.
No longer did the livestock,
Spread the seed before the winter snow.
The stockman now have vanished,
No distant ring of the cow bells
Once again the Snowy Mountains,
Had a tragic tale to tell.
The hop scrub on the hillside,
And the tea tree on the flat.
All exposed now to bushfires,
By those who need a map.
Foxes pigs and rabbits,
Have all now taken hold.
Decimating the environment,
Since the Parks have had control.
If it wasn’t for the mountain brumby,
That keeps the the old bush clean.
The whole of Kosciuszko,
Would be burnt to smithereens.
Now they’re shooting the brumby,
When will commonsense prevail.
When will the government realise,
They’ve set the bush up to fail.
So here’s to all the stockman.
That once rode across the Plains.
Your stories aren’t forgotten,
Your history will always remain.