Works in the Herald 1931
SWINGING A PICK
"Work at last! . . . What does it mean to a man who has not had the luck to know a pay day for twelve months past?"
From yesterday's article by a grateful pick and shovel worker on the Yarra Boulevard Improvement Scheme.
The feel of a pick in yer hand at last,
And an acre of earth to dig!
Didn't seem much in the days gone past,
When yer chance of a job was big.
For work was a troublesome thing to some;
But a thing that had to be done.
Little we thought that a time would come
When a job looked reel good fun.
Swingin' a pick on a railway job;
Slingin' the "banjo" round,
Cursin' the need for to earn a abob,
Or even a measly pound.
Doin' it in on a Saturday night;
Growlin' on a Monday morn;
Lookin' on work as a bit of a blight,
An' treatin' a job with scorn.
But a man must learn thro' days of stress;
An' I've had full time to learn.
An' there came a day when I learned to bless
The chance for a man to earn,
An' the feel of a pick in yer hand again
An' the good brown earth below;
For it's good, hard toil that makes sound me,
As I've had full cause to know.
Swingin' a pick with a grin an' a joke;
Slingin' the "banjo" round.
Oh, the toil comes good to a decent bloke
An' the hope of a hard-earned pound.
Countin' it up of a Saturday night;
Shovin' a bit in the sock;
For wisdom comes to a cove all right
When he once has "took the knock."
Herald, 16 December 1931, p9