BEHIND THE BAR - A DESCERATION OF TENNYSON by Harry ("Breaker") Morant

Gray eyes and gamboge hair!
   One barmaid of "The Crown"!
Ah, will that beaming siren still be there
   When I go next to town? -
When over-night much spirit I had quaffed,
   How I was wont to bless
That nymph who, smiling, mixed my morning draught
   Of B. and S.!


That holiday has gone!
   Now wintry breezes blow
In fitful gusts about my hut upon
   The Warrego.
Hard times foretell that for a "down-South" spree
   The day is distant far;
And I no more, in Sydney town, may see
   That girl behind the bar.

First published in The Bulletin, 10 June 1893.