Jim of the Hills

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Title: Jim of The Hills (1919)
Author: C.J. Dennis
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Title: Jim of The Hills (1919)
Author: C.J. Dennis
CONTENTS
I. SWINGIN' DOUGLAS
II. A LONELY MAN
III. A
MORNING SONG
IV. A FREAK OF SPRING
V. THE
VISION
VI. OLD BOB BLAIR
VII. THE WOOER
VIII.
RED ROBIN
IX. MURRAY'S RIDE
X. THE REAPER IN
THE BUSH
XI. FLAMES
XII. GREY THRUSH

I. SWINGIN' DOUGLAS
(Douglas--The Bushman's axe, so called after a famous maker.)
There's a breeze about the mountains, it is singin' in the trees A song to
mock the little men who chose to live at ease,
Or play at toil or
pleasure where their fellows crowd and push; But put my good axe in
my hand and leave me in the bush -
And it's: Hey, boy!
Hi, boy!
Heave it in the wood!
Oh, the green bush is around us, and the smell of it is good, The great
bush is before us, and a giant's task to do,
And hearty men and hefty
men alone may see it thro'.
So it's: Ho, boys!
Hey, boys!
Swing it with a will!
For the saws are howlin' hungry for logs down at the mill.
The hope for man is honest work, an' out-o'doors his place, The good
brown earth beneath him an' the clean breeze in his face; The work for
man is with his hands, his muscles strong as steel, When health an'
strength within him make him feel as he should feel. Oh it's: Hey, boys!
Shake her up!
Twenty logs to get!
The tail-rope's fouled a saplin' an' the boss is in a sweat. He's swearin'
like a trooper, for they're falling grubby wood; The boy has broke the
whistle-string, which isn't for his good. But it's: Hey, boys!
Slog along!
Watch her when she
goes!
An' ringin' down the gully runs the echo of the blows.
High above us, on the hill-top, where the tall trees rake the sky, The
cockatoos are craaking and the crimson parrots cry.
From below us,
where the sawdust by the mill is gleamin' brown, Comes the dronin' of
the twin-saws while the boys are breakin' down. An' it's: Ho, boys!

Let her go!
Watch her, how she
sways!
An' the loggin' truck goes lurchin' down the crazy wooden ways, With
the driver at the brake-rope - Oh, that truckie has