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Page 14                   SOUVENIR-CHARTERS TOWERS, 1872 TO JULY, 1950

There were some tough customers too. Little Beff Taylor was a solid proposition to take on in his day. Then there were the Browns (Bill and Tom). Poor Bill died after one of these matches from a series of epileptic fits. Morley and Blakeney were worth leaving alone by those who were not acquainted with the game.    Tipperary Jim, who once carried away on his shoulder the log to which he was chained at the Police Station, was a glutton for "stoush," and the battles of these men are well known by the old time miners and the lads of those by-gone days. There were others besides these, and amongst them were Ted Easton and Hall.


The miners were great enthusiasts of sport generally, and took an enthusiastic interest in all international achievements of the Australians, such as the boat races between Hanlon and Trickett, the Australian eleven and such like, and they would wait eagerly for the news to come through, and would hail every success with the singing of

"Proudly wear your colours, boys
And prove both staunch and true;
For the flag of young Australia
 Is the Bonny Native Blue."

Or its companion chorus:

"It's the flag that waves o'er the Southern Sea
The flag of wealth and industry;
The flag that always carries the sway
Is the Bonnie Blue Flag of Australia."

And then there was always some local poet to compose a song of each and every successful event achieved. Arthur St. Vincent and his wife were good entertainers who pleased their audiences with localised popular airs and vaudeville stunts.


 (Tune-"Old Black Joe")


Gone are the days, when we climbed old Towers Hill;
Gone is the noise, of the old Defiance Mill;
Gone are the days walking Mosman Street and Gill;
But there's a lingering longing for the old place still.
I love it, you love it,
Though from it we choose to go;
When we moved into Brisbane
It commenced to grow.

Gone are the days of Dakes and many more,
Gone are the days of J. W. Ward's Blue Store;
Gone are the days when the whistles blew galore.
To live in little Brisbane Town, doth grieve us sore.

I love it, you love it,
And there's tons of gold there
When Charters Towers Booms
Straight back-you bet.

Gone are days of French and Doughalls Bread,
Gone are the boys and the girls we should have wed.
Gone are the days when on Burdekin Plums we fed,
To take away these memories, life would be but dead.

I love it, you love it,
And our love is here  unfurled;
There's not a greater  place on Earth,
It is-"The World."

These are the days to renew old friendships o'er,
These are the days forgetting strife and war;
These are the days to review the days of yore
Still travelling, onward, upward to a golden shore.

I love it, you love it,
And our love is here
There's not a greater
It is-"The World,"

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