THE DIGGER
Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 4:43 pm
THE DIGGER
We buried an old digger mate here today,
I didn’t know him all that well
But what I knew of him I must say I liked
he was friendly and had yarns to tell.
He said ‘‘There were two wars I fought in you know
when I was a much younger lad.
I made it back home in one piece, lucky me
for some mates out there copped it bad.
I’ve got a good family and wife. That’s a fact
they’ve cared for me best as they could.
But some days I don’t feel too flash. It’s no act.
for my health’s shot and no longer good.’’
Well it wasn’t long afterwards that he passed on
and family and friends here today
all sorrow and mourn. Alas time marches on
now another good bloke’s gone away.
The RSL played the last post at his grave,
near the flag covered casket. So sad.
A mate of his who was a digger as well
said it was a beaut view that Len had.
“Len would be right pleased to be facing the sun
where it rises o’er hills every dawn.
He was the bright spark in the ranks, was old Len
I’ll miss the bugger now he’s gawn.”
I often remember that country graveyard
in the mulga scrub out at Brooloo
and I sure hope that Len really does like it there
it’s a place with a bloody great view.
Maureen Clifford ©
We buried an old digger mate here today,
I didn’t know him all that well
But what I knew of him I must say I liked
he was friendly and had yarns to tell.
He said ‘‘There were two wars I fought in you know
when I was a much younger lad.
I made it back home in one piece, lucky me
for some mates out there copped it bad.
I’ve got a good family and wife. That’s a fact
they’ve cared for me best as they could.
But some days I don’t feel too flash. It’s no act.
for my health’s shot and no longer good.’’
Well it wasn’t long afterwards that he passed on
and family and friends here today
all sorrow and mourn. Alas time marches on
now another good bloke’s gone away.
The RSL played the last post at his grave,
near the flag covered casket. So sad.
A mate of his who was a digger as well
said it was a beaut view that Len had.
“Len would be right pleased to be facing the sun
where it rises o’er hills every dawn.
He was the bright spark in the ranks, was old Len
I’ll miss the bugger now he’s gawn.”
I often remember that country graveyard
in the mulga scrub out at Brooloo
and I sure hope that Len really does like it there
it’s a place with a bloody great view.
Maureen Clifford ©
