Lachlan Side

Region of damper and junk and tea, Region of pastures wide! The fairest spots in the world to me Are out on the Lachlan Side. I’m off to the Lachlan Side, Where the bright lagoons are wide; I long for river and grass and tree, And someone dearer than all to me, Far out on the Lachlan Side. My heart was hardened against advice And reason I would not see, For by the ocean a paradise The city appeared to me. Not I for a bumpkin’s fate, I cried, I’ll not be a country clown! A life’s too slow on the Lachlan Side; I’ll go to the shining town! I’ve lost the battle, I strike the flag, The town may sink in the tide; A wiser head and a lighter swag I take to the Lachlan Side. When crops of wool on the plains shall grow, Shall flourish in drought or rain, And when the shearers begin to mow I’ll come to the town again. But now I go to a kinder fate, If her love still conquers pride; Her heart was true when she sobbed, I’ll wait For you on the Lachlan Side. I’m off to the Lachlan Side, Where the bright lagoons are wide; I long for river and grass and tree, And someone dearer than all to me, Far out on the Lachlan Side.