[Editor: This poem by “Banjo” Paterson was published in The Man from Snowy River and Other Verses, 1895; previously published in The Bulletin, 15 December 1894.]
The Two Devines
It was shearing time at the Myall Lake,
And then rose the sound through the livelong day
Of the constant clash that the shear-blades make
When the fastest shearers are making play;
But there wasn’t a man in the shearers’ lines
That could shear a sheep with the two Devines.
They had rung the sheds of the east and west,
Had beaten the cracks of the Walgett side,
And the Cooma shearers had giv’n them best —
When they saw them shear, they were satisfied.
From the southern slopes to the western pines
They were noted men, were the two Devines.
’Twas a wether flock that had come to hand,
Great struggling brutes, that shearers shirk,
For the fleece was filled with the grass and sand,
And seventy sheep was a big day’s work.
‘At a pound a hundred it’s dashed hard lines
‘To shear such sheep,’ said the two Devines.
But the shearers knew that they’s make a cheque
When they came to deal with the station ewes;
They were bare of belly and bare of neck
With a fleece as light as a kangaroo’s.
‘We will show the boss how a shear-blade shines
‘When we reach those ewes,’ said the two Devines.
But it chanced next day, when the stunted pines
Were swayed and stirred by the dawn-wind’s breath,
That a message came for the two Devines
That their father lay at the point of death.
So away at speed through the whispering pines
Down the bridle-track rode the two Devines.
It was fifty miles to their father’s hut,
And the dawn was bright when they rode away;
At the fall of night, when the shed was shut
And the men had rest from the toilsome day,
To the shed once more through the darkening pines
On their weary steeds came the two Devines.
‘Well, you’re back right sudden,’ the super said;
‘Is the old man dead and the funeral done?’
‘Well, no sir, he ain’t not exactly dead,
‘But as good as dead,’ said the eldest son —
‘And we couldn’t bear such a chance to lose,
‘So we came straight back to tackle the ewes.’
* * * * * *
They are shearing ewes at the Myall Lake,
And the shed is merry the livelong day
With the clashing sound that the shear-blades make
When the fastest shearers are making play;
And a couple of ‘hundred and ninety-nines’
Are the tallies made by the two Devines.
Source:
Andrew Barton Paterson. The Man from Snowy River and Other Verses, Angus & Robertson, Sydney, 1896 [January 1896 reprinting of the October 1895 edition], pages 88-90
Previously published in: The Bulletin, 15 December 1894
Editor’s notes:
Myall Lake = a fresh water lake in New South Wales, located to the east of Bulahdelah; it is one of the Myall Lakes (along with the Boolambayte Lake and the Bombah Broadwater), situated within the Myall Lakes National Park
wether flock = sheep kept for wool, as opposed to a breeding flock; from “wether”, a male sheep (ram) that has been castrated
[Editor: Correction made by inserting quotation mark after “tackle the ewes” (this was corrected in the second edition).]
I love the work of Mr Patterson; as a small child my family watched the TV dramatization of the Man from Snowy River.