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The Picture Show Drovers
Along the Canning Stock Route to the old Wiluna Town
From Hall’s Creek in the Kimberley, they drove the cattle down
Down through where grow desert oaks and sand dunes run so wide
Where the wells and troughs were the watering stops, on that thousand mile ride
Then, when they reached Wiluna, they had no time to spare
They hurriedly yarded the cattle and each man was paid his share
The locals, they were most impressed by the drover’s working speed
But were a tad or more bewildered when, each stayed upon his steed!
(The drovers had an anxiousness to be "gone and away"
A bushman’s words to say goodbye, each could have said with his "g’day")
And, what a pace the drovers set, as they took the road that goes
Onward to Kalgoorlie ... "to see them picture shows!"
McDonald, Mulligan and Coster, were enamored by the screen
Whilst Farnsworth and the reader Pearse, to say the least were keen
The westerns they most favoured such as those with Broncho Bill
Where the hero usually won the girl and triumphed over ill
To say the drovers were enthused is an understatement grand
When the theatre seats were all sold out, the drovers said they’d stand
And when at first encountering an intermission time
They offered to free the projector, of sand or clogging grime
Perhaps they felt a common bond with the cowboys on the land
A western theme could be observed among their little band
McDonald bought a Stetson and liked to smooth the brim
He’d seen the cowboys do it: their style appealed to him
Mulligan wore Texan boots that went mid-way up each shin
And when he put the polish on, he used up half a tin
Coster was more conservative; he simply wore a ring
And self engraved the theatre times, of when they’d let him in!
Farnsworth sometimes rode ahead; he was tall and lean
He was the first to tell them of the people on the screen
He’d been to the city and seen them; to the capital he’d been
And now Kalgoorlie had them; And they even served ice cream!
The picture shows were silent, so captions were a need
But of these five particular drovers only one of them could read
So Pearse, being the reader, sat with two on either side
His companions intently listened and their eyes were open wide
Pearse read out all the captions, but one night stopped mid-line
Whilst the film, it kept rolling on as though everything was fine
The problem was a strange big word, that no doubt had Pearse stumped
And while he was stalled pronouncing it, the others sat there slumped
The four then in desperation took to reading from the mimes
A hazardous pursuit of course, but a last resort at times
This interpreting method was to somewhat strayed them from the plot
As they thought some of the words to be, what they were really not
Remember, their forte was The Canning, droving down the wells and troughs
Now, they thought the hero "Honest Bob" mimed "pictures are for toffs."
They were up from their seats and making haste for the streets, before the scene was through
Pearse was told what "Bob" had said, and he sought an exit, too.
Silent films were not old, before a star had a role
of a tramp in a bowler hat
Farnsworth was down in Kalgoorlie town
at the shop of the farrier, Matt
And as the farrier tacked the nails to shoe the drover’s horse
He motioned with his blacksmith’s hammer and gave this short discourse
"See yonder there across the street, pasted on the baker’s wall
There’s a theatre poster of a tramp in a film for one and all
It seems to me," Matt, chuckled with glee; He liked to clown about
"That’s the only bloke to earn a quid by being down and out!"
Farnsworth laughed and grinned a bit but he didn’t understand
He’d seen tramps and they carried swags, but they weren’t in picture land
‘Twas then a compulsion seized the bushman, to ride back up The Canning,
for this droving man little understood the concepts of picture acting!
Farnsworth had the knack of riding a track
by day or under the moon
So he rode with little rest and he hoped for the best
That he’d find the others soon
It was late on the sixth day when Farnsworth’s pack belly neighed
And the droving team’s camp came in sight
They were at Well Four, hobbling the horses to be sure
that they wouldn’t roam too far in the night
Although tired by the ride, as were his two horses in their stride
Farnsworth galloped them into camp
And above the mob’s mooing drone (It carried a distinct, snorting tone)
he hollered the news he’d construed of the tramp
"They’re signin’ up tramps for pictures, when they could sign up fancy gents!"
McDonald with a dash left his horse in a flash
to join the others more out in the open
Although his words were often few, the group much respected his view
And he realised his chance to enlighten
McDonald’s words were concise; he didn’t have to think twice
As he explained the news to the men
"Boys, the days of the toff, it’s for sure they’re off!
It’s back to the pictures, again!"