The Song of the Darling River

Henry Lawson, 1899

      The only national work of the blacks was a dam or dyke of stones across the Darling River at Brewarrina. The stones they carried from Lord knows where — and the Lord knows how. The people of Bourke kept up navigation for months above the town by a dam of sand-bags. The Darling rises in blazing droughts from the Queensland rains. There are banks and beds of good clay and rock along the river.



      The skies are brass and the plains are bare,
      Death and ruin are everywhere —
      And all that is left of the last year's flood
      Is a sickly stream on the grey-black mud;
      The salt-springs bubble and the quagmires quiver,
      And — this is the dirge of the Darling River:

      'I rise in the drought from the Queensland rain,
      'I fill my branches again and again;
      'I hold my billabongs back in vain,
      'For my life and my peoples the South Seas drain;
      'And the land grows old and the people never
      'Will see the worth of the Darling River.

      'I drown dry gullies and lave bare hills,
      'I turn drought-ruts into rippling rills —
      'I form fair island and glades all green
      'Till every bend is a sylvan scene.
      'I have watered the barren land ten leagues wide!
      'But in vain I have tried, ah! in vain I have tried
      'To show the sign of the Great All Giver,
      'The Word to a people: O! lock your river.

      'I want no blistering barge aground,
      'But racing steamers the seasons round;
      'I want fair homes on my lonely ways,
      'A people's love and a people's praise —
      'And rosy children to dive and swim —
      'And fair girls' feet in my rippling brim;
      'And cool, green forests and gardens ever' —
      Oh, this is the hymn of the Darling River.

      The sky is brass and the scrub-lands glare,
      Death and ruin are everywhere;
      Thrown high to bleach, or deep in the mud
      The bones lie buried by last year's flood,
      And the Demons dance from the Never Never
      To laugh at the rise of the Darling River.