The Brass Well(1996 Digital Remaster) - Slim Dusty

作曲：Slim Dusty/Henry Lawson

'Tis a legend of the bushmen from the days of cunning ham

When he opened up the country and the early squatters came

'Tis the old tale of a fortune missed by men who did not seek

And perhaps you haven't heard it the brass well on my all creek

They were north of running rivers they were south of queens land rains

And a blazing drought was scorching every grass blade from the plains

So the stock men drove the cattle to the range where there was grass

And a couple sunk a well and found what they believed was brass

Here's some blooming brass they muttered when they found it in the clay

And they thought no more about it and in time they went away

But they heard of gold and saw it somewhere down by inveigler

And they felt and weighed it crying hell we found it in the well

And they worked about the station and at times they took the track

Always meaning to save money always meaning to go back

Always meaning like the bushmen who go drifting round like wrecks

And they'd get half way to my all strike a pub and blow their Cheshire

Then they told two more about it and those other two grew old

And they never found the brass well and they never found the gold

For the scrub grows dense and quickly and though many went to seek

No one ever struck the lost track to the well on my all creek

And the story is forgotten and I'm sitting here alas

With a woeful load of trouble and a woeful lack of brass

But I dream at times that I might find what many went to seek

That my luck might lead my footsteps to the well on my all creek

'Tis a legend of the bushmen from the days of cunning ham

When he opened up the country and the early squatters came

'Tis the old tale of a fortune missed by men who did not seek

And perhaps you haven't heard it the brass well on my all creek

And perhaps you haven't heard it the brass well on my all creek