ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Though you be orange-vested and you grovel in the dirt,
there's gold in them thar hills, so you must always be alert.
'Legs' might give you benediction with a Minelab 101...
"Blessed are the faithful fossikers. Arise and walk, my son!"
WM

There's a strange new cult out Collie way to which I can attest
They worship legs on bended knee , priests wear an orange vest
With their heads bent down in reverence they worship day and night
Fluro orange vests ensuring that they always stay in sight

MB

Though you be orange-vested and you grovel in the dirt,
there's gold in them thar hills, so you must always be alert.
'Legs' might give you benediction with a Minelab 101...
"Blessed are the faithful fossikers. Arise and walk, my son!"
WM


GE lodged three million dollars to pay Worsley workers dues.
Welders, tradies, scoffolders, riggers and many other to
who were facing a bleak Christmas with no wage guaranteed
and unemployment looming. Stress courtesy of AE & E.

Some thought prospecting now for gold a way to make a quid
and no doubt some have already left - I’m sure I heard some did
with their Minelab 101 in hand and eyes glued to the ground
they watched the dials intently listening out for every sound.

MKC

There's a strange new cult out Collie way to which I can attest
They worship legs on bended knee , priests wear an orange vest
With their heads bent down in reverence they worship day and night
Fluro orange vests ensuring that they always stay in sight
MB

Though you be orange-vested and you grovel in the dirt,
there's gold in them thar hills, so you must always be alert.
'Legs' might give you benediction with a Minelab 101...
"Blessed are the faithful fossikers. Arise and walk, my son!"
WM


GE lodged three million dollars to pay Worsley workers dues.
Welders, tradies, scoffolders, riggers and many other to
who were facing a bleak Christmas with no wage guaranteed
and unemployment looming. Stress courtesy of AE & E.

Some thought prospecting now for gold a way to make a quid
and no doubt some have already left - I’m sure I heard some did
with their Minelab 101 in hand and eyes glued to the ground
they watched the dials intently listening out for every sound.
MKC

Over hills and dales, through scrubby bush, around a tree or two,
working patiently to try their luck; on wings the time just flew.
And the orange-vested fossickers would work from dawn to dark
tho' with nought to show for all their work, you'd hear these blokes remark.....
IC

There's a strange new cult out Collie way to which I can attest
They worship legs on bended knee , priests wear an orange vest
With their heads bent down in reverence they worship day and night
Fluro orange vests ensuring that they always stay in sight
MB

Though you be orange-vested and you grovel in the dirt,
there's gold in them thar hills, so you must always be alert.
'Legs' might give you benediction with a Minelab 101...
"Blessed are the faithful fossikers. Arise and walk, my son!"
WM


GE lodged three million dollars to pay Worsley workers dues.
Welders, tradies, scoffolders, riggers and many other to
who were facing a bleak Christmas with no wage guaranteed
and unemployment looming. Stress courtesy of AE & E.

Some thought prospecting now for gold a way to make a quid
and no doubt some have already left - I’m sure I heard some did
with their Minelab 101 in hand and eyes glued to the ground
they watched the dials intently listening out for every sound.
MKC

Over hills and dales, through scrubby bush, around a tree or two,
working patiently to try their luck; on wings the time just flew.
And the orange-vested fossickers would work from dawn to dark
tho' with nought to show for all their work, you'd hear these blokes remark.....
IC

“I’ve worshipped with the faithful and I’ve prayed to knobby knees
so why don’t I have lots of gold can you explain that please?
My sacred orange vest makes me a vision to behold
but I’m still on me bleedin’ knees and scratching for the gold.”
LP

I've worshipped them old fossickers, from Boulder to Halls Creek
from Old Coolgardies claims to mulloch heaps at Old White Peak
My orange vest has bowed down there between those claimants pegs
but all my years I still recall Dave's manly hairy legs

There's a strange new cult out Collie way to which I can attest
They worship legs on bended knee , priests wear an orange vest
With their heads bent down in reverence they worship day and night
Fluro orange vests ensuring that they always stay in sight
MB

Though you be orange-vested and you grovel in the dirt,
there's gold in them thar hills, so you must always be alert.
'Legs' might give you benediction with a Minelab 101...
"Blessed are the faithful fossikers. Arise and walk, my son!"
WM


GE lodged three million dollars to pay Worsley workers dues.
Welders, tradies, scoffolders, riggers and many other to
who were facing a bleak Christmas with no wage guaranteed
and unemployment looming. Stress courtesy of AE & E.

Some thought prospecting now for gold a way to make a quid
and no doubt some have already left - I’m sure I heard some did
with their Minelab 101 in hand and eyes glued to the ground
they watched the dials intently listening out for every sound.
MKC

Over hills and dales, through scrubby bush, around a tree or two,
working patiently to try their luck; on wings the time just flew.
And the orange-vested fossickers would work from dawn to dark
tho' with nought to show for all their work, you'd hear these blokes remark.....
IC

“I’ve worshipped with the faithful and I’ve prayed to knobby knees
so why don’t I have lots of gold can you explain that please?
My sacred orange vest makes me a vision to behold
but I’m still on me bleedin’ knees and scratching for the gold.”
LP

I've worshipped them old fossickers, from Boulder to Halls Creek
from Old Coolgardies claims to mulloch heaps at Old White Peak
My orange vest has bowed down there between those claimants pegs
but all my years I still recall Dave's manly hairy legs

MP

I am sure I posted a stanza to this one before we went out for dinner., But it isn't there - so I'll try again.


There's a strange new cult out Collie way to which I can attest
They worship legs on bended knee , priests wear an orange vest
With their heads bent down in reverence they worship day and night
Fluro orange vests ensuring that they always stay in sight
MB

Though you be orange-vested and you grovel in the dirt,
there's gold in them thar hills, so you must always be alert.
'Legs' might give you benediction with a Minelab 101...
"Blessed are the faithful fossikers. Arise and walk, my son!"
WM


GE lodged three million dollars to pay Worsley workers dues.
Welders, tradies, scoffolders, riggers and many other to
who were facing a bleak Christmas with no wage guaranteed
and unemployment looming. Stress courtesy of AE & E.

Some thought prospecting now for gold a way to make a quid
and no doubt some have already left - I’m sure I heard some did
with their Minelab 101 in hand and eyes glued to the ground
they watched the dials intently listening out for every sound.
MKC

Over hills and dales, through scrubby bush, around a tree or two,
working patiently to try their luck; on wings the time just flew.
And the orange-vested fossickers would work from dawn to dark
tho' with nought to show for all their work, you'd hear these blokes remark.....
IC

“I’ve worshipped with the faithful and I’ve prayed to knobby knees
so why don’t I have lots of gold can you explain that please?
My sacred orange vest makes me a vision to behold
but I’m still on me bleedin’ knees and scratching for the gold.”
LP

I've worshipped them old fossickers, from Boulder to Halls Creek
from Old Coolgardies claims to mulloch heaps at Old White Peak
My orange vest has bowed down there between those claimants pegs
but all my years I still recall Dave's manly hairy legs
MP

There really isn't any gold out there in them there hills
and searching with a mine detector's exercise for dills.
Prospectors' constant backache is worth naught, on the hole,
if social service gets you they'll kick you off the dole.
ZK

(Not my best but I didn't want t miss out.)

There's a strange new cult out Collie way to which I can attest
They worship legs on bended knee , priests wear an orange vest
With their heads bent down in reverence they worship day and night
Fluro orange vests ensuring that they always stay in sight
MB

Though you be orange-vested and you grovel in the dirt,
there's gold in them thar hills, so you must always be alert.
'Legs' might give you benediction with a Minelab 101...
"Blessed are the faithful fossikers. Arise and walk, my son!"
WM


GE lodged three million dollars to pay Worsley workers dues.
Welders, tradies, scoffolders, riggers and many other to
who were facing a bleak Christmas with no wage guaranteed
and unemployment looming. Stress courtesy of AE & E.

Some thought prospecting now for gold a way to make a quid
and no doubt some have already left - I’m sure I heard some did
with their Minelab 101 in hand and eyes glued to the ground
they watched the dials intently listening out for every sound.
MKC

Over hills and dales, through scrubby bush, around a tree or two,
working patiently to try their luck; on wings the time just flew.
And the orange-vested fossickers would work from dawn to dark
tho' with nought to show for all their work, you'd hear these blokes remark.....
IC

“I’ve worshipped with the faithful and I’ve prayed to knobby knees
so why don’t I have lots of gold can you explain that please?
My sacred orange vest makes me a vision to behold
but I’m still on me bleedin’ knees and scratching for the gold.”
LP

I've worshipped them old fossickers, from Boulder to Halls Creek
from Old Coolgardies claims to mulloch heaps at Old White Peak
My orange vest has bowed down there between those claimants pegs
but all my years I still recall Dave's manly hairy legs
MP

There really isn't any gold out there in them there hills
and searching with a mine detector's exercise for dills.
Prospectors' constant backache is worth naught, on the hole,
if social service gets you they'll kick you off the dole.
ZK

But the holy, hairy legs still pull unwary punters in
with the promise and the lure of gold, and whips and whips of tin.
"Fame and fortune will be yours if you will only worship me.
Repent, you mongrel sinners, and go down on bended knee!"

WM

There's a strange new cult out Collie way to which I can attest
They worship legs on bended knee , priests wear an orange vest
With their heads bent down in reverence they worship day and night
Fluro orange vests ensuring that they always stay in sight
MB

Though you be orange-vested and you grovel in the dirt,
there's gold in them thar hills, so you must always be alert.
'Legs' might give you benediction with a Minelab 101...
"Blessed are the faithful fossikers. Arise and walk, my son!"
WM


GE lodged three million dollars to pay Worsley workers dues.
Welders, tradies, scoffolders, riggers and many other to
who were facing a bleak Christmas with no wage guaranteed
and unemployment looming. Stress courtesy of AE & E.

Some thought prospecting now for gold a way to make a quid
and no doubt some have already left - I’m sure I heard some did
with their Minelab 101 in hand and eyes glued to the ground
they watched the dials intently listening out for every sound.
MKC

Over hills and dales, through scrubby bush, around a tree or two,
working patiently to try their luck; on wings the time just flew.
And the orange-vested fossickers would work from dawn to dark
tho' with nought to show for all their work, you'd hear these blokes remark.....
IC

“I’ve worshipped with the faithful and I’ve prayed to knobby knees
so why don’t I have lots of gold can you explain that please?
My sacred orange vest makes me a vision to behold
but I’m still on me bleedin’ knees and scratching for the gold.”
LP

I've worshipped them old fossickers, from Boulder to Halls Creek
from Old Coolgardies claims to mulloch heaps at Old White Peak
My orange vest has bowed down there between those claimants pegs
but all my years I still recall Dave's manly hairy legs
MP

There really isn't any gold out there in them there hills
and searching with a mine detector's exercise for dills.
Prospectors' constant backache is worth naught, on the hole,
if social service gets you they'll kick you off the dole.
ZK

But the holy, hairy legs still pull unwary punters in
with the promise and the lure of gold, and whips and whips of tin.
"Fame and fortune will be yours if you will only worship me.
Repent, you mongrel sinners, and go down on bended knee!"

WM

It came to pass that while the blokes of orange vest worked on
and ‘round about the stocks of such in ev’ry shop was gone,
a woman of great vision made a million without gold
she sewed more orange vests and repaired trouser knees all holed. (?)
Wen

There's a strange new cult out Collie way to which I can attest
They worship legs on bended knee , priests wear an orange vest
With their heads bent down in reverence they worship day and night
Fluro orange vests ensuring that they always stay in sight
MB

Though you be orange-vested and you grovel in the dirt,
there's gold in them thar hills, so you must always be alert.
'Legs' might give you benediction with a Minelab 101...
"Blessed are the faithful fossikers. Arise and walk, my son!"
WM


GE lodged three million dollars to pay Worsley workers dues.
Welders, tradies, scoffolders, riggers and many other to
who were facing a bleak Christmas with no wage guaranteed
and unemployment looming. Stress courtesy of AE & E.

Some thought prospecting now for gold a way to make a quid
and no doubt some have already left - I’m sure I heard some did
with their Minelab 101 in hand and eyes glued to the ground
they watched the dials intently listening out for every sound.
MKC

Over hills and dales, through scrubby bush, around a tree or two,
working patiently to try their luck; on wings the time just flew.
And the orange-vested fossickers would work from dawn to dark
tho' with nought to show for all their work, you'd hear these blokes remark.....
IC

“I’ve worshipped with the faithful and I’ve prayed to knobby knees
so why don’t I have lots of gold can you explain that please?
My sacred orange vest makes me a vision to behold
but I’m still on me bleedin’ knees and scratching for the gold.”
LP

I've worshipped them old fossickers, from Boulder to Halls Creek
from Old Coolgardies claims to mulloch heaps at Old White Peak
My orange vest has bowed down there between those claimants pegs
but all my years I still recall Dave's manly hairy legs
MP

There really isn't any gold out there in them there hills
and searching with a mine detector's exercise for dills.
Prospectors' constant backache is worth naught, on the hole,
if social service gets you they'll kick you off the dole.
ZK

But the holy, hairy legs still pull unwary punters in
with the promise and the lure of gold, and whips and whips of tin.
"Fame and fortune will be yours if you will only worship me.
Repent, you mongrel sinners, and go down on bended knee!"

WM

It came to pass that while the blokes of orange vest worked on
and ‘round about the stocks of such in ev’ry shop was gone,
a woman of great vision made a million without gold
she sewed more orange vests and repaired trouser knees all holed. (?)
Wen

The moral of this story that so many bards have told
is all that glitters isn’t necessarily all gold.
It took a clever woman to find where the treasure lay
while all the blokes around her are still searching to this day.
LP