When the golden light comes leaping
   Down from rugged peak and spur,
And the magpie puts his whole heart into song
   And the tall ferns fall a weeping
   When the drowsy zephyr stirs
And the parrots mid the whitegum blossoms throng


She comes to our hut door shyly
   Ruddy cheeked and violet eyed
With a cloud of hair as soft as native silk.
   Who admires the maid most highly
   Is a point we can't decide
So we all insist on taking in the milk.


I can never love another
   But she's loved by one and all
And my cloud-built castle's lately tumbled down
   For she sent her little brother
   With the milk on us to call
When Maloney took a journey up to town.

"E. Dyson"
The Bulletin, 24 November 1894, p15