The Boiler

A copy of the poem The Boiler, written by Robert James Booth.
The Boiler. By Robert James Booth (1903-1959)

What is all the talk about?
Said Herbert to Mundy one day
It is all about a boiler big
Owned by Hughey McCrae.

They say we cannot take it
O’er the hills to Monga.
We will put our teams together
And draw it or go under.

Next week it is we will draw it.
Cecil with us will go.
We will be a merry party,
Mundy, Herbert and Co.

Now the day has come
And the teamsters do depart.
The horses are in and ready.
The old boys make a start.

Things were going nicely
Until coming to the mill.
The horses went down out of sight;
Jim nearly had a spill.

Then Alf hit on a bubble,
God that was a splash.
Then up went Toby’s ears
Just where he had put the leash.

Soon they had the horses out,
Oh what a sight they were.
Then Jim he started off again,
For the mill it was not far.

But now that they have landed her
The people do not crow,
But keep on asking all they meet
Who is this Mundy, Herbert and Co?

by Robert James Booth
born 23/7/1903, died 9/11/1959

Provided by and reprinted with permissions from the families.

Note: Mr Hugh McRae operated a sawmill at Monga until 1938, taking over the business from his father in about 1888.1Braidwood Dispatch and Mining Journal (NSW : 1888-1889; 1895; 1897-1954), Friday 3 June 1938, p 2. SAWMILL CHANGES HANDS.

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    Braidwood Dispatch and Mining Journal (NSW : 1888-1889; 1895; 1897-1954), Friday 3 June 1938, p 2. SAWMILL CHANGES HANDS.