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THERE S a pretty little story with a touch of moonlit glory	A
Comes from Beenleigh on the Logan but we don t know if it s true	B
For we scarcely dare to credit ev rything they say who edit	C
Those unhappy country papers twixt the ocean and Barcoo	D
	-
Twas the man who owned the wherry at the first Coomera ferry	A
Who was sitting cold and lonely while he counted out his tin	E
When the cloudy curtain lifting let the moonlight on a drifting	D
Boat that floated down the river with a pallid form therein	E
	-
And they say that Sergeant Carey with the man who ran the ferry	A
Started down to save the body from the cruel heartless sea	A
And in spite of wind and water soon they reached the barque and caught her	F
And they tied the boat behind them while they wondered who was he	A
	-
O the moon shone bright as ever as they towed him up the river	F
And they found within the pocket that was nearest to his breast	G
Just an antidote for sorrow that would tide him o er the morrow	H
Flask of Brandy but we d better draw the curtain o er the rest	G
	-
Yet in case the point s too finely drawn we know we joke divinely	A
And the reader fails to see it with a magnifying glass	I
We will say the man who floated while the moonlight o er him gloated	J
Was not dead and gone to heaven he was only drunk alas THERE S a pretty little story with a touch of moonlit glory	A
Comes from Beenleigh on the Logan but we don t know if it s true	B
For we scarcely dare to credit ev rything they say who edit	C
Those unhappy country papers twixt the ocean and Barcoo	D
	-
Twas the man who owned the wherry at the first Coomera ferry	A
Who was sitting cold and lonely while he counted out his tin	E
When the cloudy curtain lifting let the moonlight on a drifting	D
Boat that floated down the river with a pallid form therein	E
	-
And they say that Sergeant Carey with the man who ran the ferry	A
Started down to save the body from the cruel heartless sea	A
And in spite of wind and water soon they reached the barque and caught her	F
And they tied the boat behind them while they wondered who was he	A
	-
O the moon shone bright as ever as they towed him up the river	F
And they found within the pocket that was nearest to his breast	G
Just an antidote for sorrow that would tide him o er the morrow	H
Flask of Brandy but we d better draw the curtain o er the rest	G
	-
Yet in case the point s too finely drawn we know we joke divinely	A
And the reader fails to see it with a magnifying glass	I
We will say the man who floated while the moonlight o er him gloated	J
Was not dead and gone to heaven he was only drunk alas	I
For we scarcely dare to credit ev rything they say who edit	C
Those unhappy country papers twixt the ocean and Barcoo	D
	-
Twas the man who owned the wherry at the first Coomera ferry	A
Who was sitting cold and lonely while he counted out his tin	E
When the cloudy curtain lifting let the moonlight on a drifting	D
Boat that floated down the river with a pallid form therein	E
	-
And they say that Sergeant Carey with the man who ran the ferry	A
Started down to save the body from the cruel heartless sea	A
And in spite of wind and water soon they reached the barque and caught her	F
And they tied the boat behind them while they wondered who was he	A
	-
O the moon shone bright as ever as they towed him up the river	F
And they found within the pocket that was nearest to his breast	G
Just an antidote for sorrow that would tide him o er the morrow	H
Flask of Brandy but we d better draw the curtain o er the rest	G
	-
Yet in case the point s too finely drawn we know we joke divinely	A
And the reader fails to see it with a magnifying glass	I
We will say the man who floated while the moonlight o er him gloated	J
Was not dead and gone to heaven he was only drunk alas	I

Henry Lawson

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