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Over The Stockyard Rails

Edward S. Sorenson

Hard by the bells are Jingling,
    The nags are feeding near,
The quaint bush sounds come mingling
    With memories that are dear;
The warm night-wind caresses
    As o'er the grass it sails,
Like Nelly's soft brown tresses
    Across the stockyard rails.

She was a “free selector,”
    Her beau a station swell,
And “Dad” was the objector
    When I went courting Nell;
But Nelly met me slyly,
    Though he was hard as nails—
And, oh! she kissed me shyly
    Across the stockyard rails!

Now, many years have vanished,
    And many girls I’ve kissed;
Some long from memory banished,
    Some dear ones sadly missed;
And these come gaily trooping
    From ’yond the yester veils,
And once again I’m stooping
    Across the stockyard rails.

Ah, girls will love a rover—
    And pretty lips are met,
On every track a drover
    Has ever wandered yet.
So Love must wait and languish
    Where wand’ring life entails
A parting kiss of anguish
    Across the stockyard rails.

Now in the autumn mellow
    Sweet faces come in train,
All smiling round a fellow
    Who may not kiss again!
But, oh! the fire burns brightly,
    And Memory gladly hails
The kisses Nell kissed nightly
    Across the stockyard rails.

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