Goin’
By Kenneth Slessor
Ain’t I got no hope,
Nurse? Garn, tell a feller straight!
I’d jest as soon be goin’
now I ‘aven’t got me mate.
The doctor bloke, I bet ‘e
knows,
‘Nd if ‘e says I goes, I
goes…
The other went at Anzac, ‘nd
I kinder guess I’m late.
But, tell us honest,
Miss, ain’t y’ never some time been
‘Round Sydney, down
Australia way – what! ain’t y’ never seen
The buildings, harbours,
steamers, all
The places where the
ferries call –
Manly! Mosman! Middle ‘Arbour!
Them’s the ones I mean.
Manly! Gawd, it fairly
makes me funny in the throat –
The kiddies! ‘Nd bananas!
‘Nd the music on the boat!
The ferries flitting all
about –
They cock-a-doodledooed
us out…
Fort Denison! It seemed
to smile that day we went afloat.
Old Sydney never was so
good as on that sunny day –
Aw…I’m getting’
sentimental…an’ the light is goin’ grey…
That’s the surf at Manly
drummin’…
Hold on, cobber, I am
comin’…
Well, so long, nurse…I
must be a-getting’…on…my way.
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