John Schumann And The Vagabond Crew - Scots of the Riverina lyrics

The boy ran away to the city from his home at harvest time They were Scots of the Riverina, and to run from home was a crime The old man burned his letter, the first and last he burned And he scratched his name from the Bible when the old girl's back was turned A year went past and another, and the fruit went down the line They heard the boy had enlisted, but the old man made no sign His name must never be mentioned on the farm by Gundagai - They were Scots of the Riverina with ever the kirk hard by The boy came home on his "final" and the township bonfire burned His mother's arms were about him, but the old man's back was turned The daughters begged for pardon till the old man raised his hand A Scot of the Riverina who was hard to understand The boy was k**ed in Flanders, where the bravest heroes die There were tears at the Grahame homestead and grief in Gundagai But the old man ploughed at daybreak and the old man ploughed till the mirk - There were furrows of pain in the orchard while his housefolk went to the kirk The hurricane lamp in the rafters dimly and dimly burned And the old man died at the table when the old girl's back was turned Face down with his bare arms folded he sank with his wild grey hair Outspread o'er the family Bible was a name re-written there.