The Authentic Black Stump
The town of Coolah claims The Black Stump
But crikey they really have a hide
The Black Stump is not in the Hinterland
Just over the Blue Mountains Great Divide.
It’s way out west where the crows fly backwards
A must keep the dust out of their eyes
Where you pull up to let the echidnas and bogeyes cross the road
Where the dust storms roll in and blacken out the skies.
It’s geographically where you find The Black Stump Swamp and Tank
Where you eat saltbush mutton from the famous Gunbar Station terrain
Where communications are through The Black Stump automatic exchange
And where you find the Memorial to The Black Stump legend Barbara Blain.
It’s where the liquor licences let you drink at The Black Stump Hotel
And where The Black Stump ghosts have appeared many a time
We are further west than that outback town called Burke
A fact that will win you money, not to just make this poem rhyme.
So come to Merriwagga, the real Black Stump country
Where the children are not afraid of spiders and snakes
You can even pull up in the middle of the road and have a yarn
And enjoy the CWA ladies’ famous hot scones and sponge cakes.