Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Brass Well, artist - Slim Dusty.
Date of issue: 10.06.2021
Song language: English
The Brass Well |
'Tis a legend of the bushmen from the days of Cunningham, |
When he opened up the country and the early squatters came. |
«Tis the old tale of a fortune missed by men who did not seek, |
And, perhaps, you haven’t heard it, The Brass Well on Myall Creek. |
They were north of running rivers, they were south of Queensland rains, |
And a blazing drought was scorching every grass-blade from the plains; |
So the stockmen drove the cattle to the range where there was grass, |
And a couple sunk a well and found what they believed was brass. |
«Here's some bloomin' brass!» |
they muttered when they found it in the clay, |
And they thought no more about it and in time they went away; |
But they heard of gold, and saw it, somewhere down by Inverell, |
And they felt and weighed it, crying: «Hell! |
we found it in the well!» |
And they worked about the station and at times they took the track, |
Always meaning to save money, always meaning to go back, |
Always meanin, like the bushmen, who go drifting round like wrecks, |
And they’d get half way to Myall, strike a pub and blow their cheques. |
Then they told two more about it and those other two grew old, |
And they never found the brass well and they never found the gold. |
For the scrub grows dense and quickly and, though many went to seek, |
No one ever struck the lost track to the Well on Myall Creek. |
And the story is forgotten and I’m sitting here, alas! |
With a woeful load of trouble and a woeful lack of brass; |
But I dream at times that I might find what many went to seek, |
That my luck might lead my footsteps to the Well on Myall Creek. |
'Tis a legend of the bushmen from the days of Cunningham, |
When he opened up the country and the early squatters came. |
'Tis the old tale of a fortune missed by men who did not seek, |
And, perhaps, you haven’t heard it, The Brass Well on Myall Creek. |
And, perhaps, you haven’t heard it, The Brass Well on Myall Creek. |