The Man from Snowy River, by A. B. Paterson

Under the Shadow of Kiley’s Hill

This is the place where they all were bred;

  Some of the rafters are standing still;

Now they are scattered and lost and dead,

Every one from the old nest fled,

  Out of the shadow of Kiley’s Hill.

Better it is that they ne’er came back —

  Changes and chances are quickly rung;

Now the old homestead is gone to rack,

Green is the grass on the well-worn track

  Down by the gate where the roses clung.

Gone is the garden they kept with care;

  Left to decay at its own sweet will,

Fruit trees and flower beds eaten bare,

Cattle and sheep where the roses were,

  Under the shadow of Kiley’s Hill.

Where are the children that throve and grew

  In the old homestead in days gone by?

One is away on the far Barcoo

Watching his cattle the long year through,

  Watching them starve in the droughts and die.

One in the town where all cares are rife,

  Weary with troubles that cramp and kill,

Fain would be done with the restless strife,

Fain would go back to the old bush life,

  Back to the shadow of Kiley’s Hill.

One is away on the roving quest,

  Seeking his share of the golden spoil,

Out in the wastes of the trackless west,

Wandering ever he gives the best

  Of his years and strength to the hopeless toil.

What of the parents? That unkept mound

  Shows where they slumber united still;

Rough is their grave, but they sleep as sound

Out on the range as on holy ground,

  Under the shadow of Kiley’s Hill.

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