Barcaldine, Tree of Knowledge
Barcaldine, Tree of Knowledge
One hundred and seventy years ago,
The shearers had enough you know,
Of working for almost nothing, then,
Decided to form a Union, bend !
The master to cough up a quid or so?
We all got better dough:}
Daylight to dark the men did work,
Maybe Sunday off to go to church,
But all for the greed of Joe,
Called mister don’t ya know,
Class distinction it was worse,
The Tree of Knowledge, Ghost Gum its,
Tradition for the worker, it tis,
A beacon for the slow,
Equality on show,
Cos that’s just how it is?
Union bashing is their game,
Sparks from every tory flame,
Cos the unions made em pay,
Good wages we have today,
The hated union so-and-so ,
So when you hear a tory squeak,
about lower wages for the simple weak,
his greed is on to show,
cos we all bloody know,
that’s how old fat ass squeaks….Don
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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