Oh, came you up by the place of dread <br />(west red, and the moon low down) <br />where no winds blow and the birds have fled <br />and the gum stands dead and its arms gleam white, <br />and the tribe sneak by with a stealthy tread <br />in the ghostly light,in the ghostly light. <br />Brave Worraland went one grey nightfall <br />(A woi! woi!) where the grim rocks frown; <br />he came no more to the camps at all <br />(Skies dark, and the moon low down). <br /> <br />As we came up by the gully side <br />(Deep dusk, and the moon low down) <br />A Dingo whined and a Curlew cried <br />and the reeds replied as in hushed affright <br />where tall brae Worraland screamed and died <br />in the ghostly light, in the ghostly light. <br />For the Thing lurks there in the haunted place <br />(A woi! woi!) where the pool is brown, <br />where lost ones vanish and leave no trace <br />(Day dead, and the moon low down). <br /> <br />Of, go not by near the bunyip's lair <br />(Stars dim, and the moon low down) <br />or tip-toe past and beware, beware <br />the dark pool snare and be set for flight, <br />for things of terror have happened there <br />in the ghostly light, in the ghostly light <br />and in the gunyas we crouch and hark <br />(A woi! woi!) where the dead men drown <br />The monster's bellow across the dark <br />(Stars gone, and the moon low down).<br /><br />James Martin Devaney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bunyip/
