The Whalers
The Whalers
There is a perfect hideaway
Down by the southern shore.
It overlooks the ocean
Where giant breakers roar
Was from this port, in days gone by
The whalers plied their trade
There was no shame in honest toil
How soon some memories fade.
For they supplied the very oil
To light the settlers lamp
Secluded in the lonely bush
And in the diggers camp
The world has changed, and values to
And thoughts have turned around
But do not vilify the men
Who sailed King George’s Sound
They count with pride among the men
Who helped to build this land
Among them were my forefathers
And by them I will stand.
The Whalers of Albany Western Australia
Copyright © Margaret Foster | Year Posted 2010
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