The Water - Henry Lawson, read by Zane C Weber

The WaterBy Henry LawsonLet others make the songs of loveFor our young struggling nation;But I will sing while e'er I liveThe Songs of Irrigation;For while the white man shall begetThe white man's son and daughter,The two most precious things for usShall still be wheat and water.We've been drought-ruined in the West,And ever in my dreamingI see wide miles of waving cropsAnd sheets of water gleaming,On plains where fortune died of thirstWhen my brave father sought her,I see the painted barges passAlong the winding water.And now the glorious scheme's afoot,Our country to deliverFrom drought and death on blazing waste,By long neglected river.You'll see the boodlers of the worldRush in from every quarter:They want the land,, the gold-reefed sand,And now they'll want the water.Bright intellects will plan the dykes,With little gold to gild them,Bright intellects will plan the dykes,The people pay to build them;And when we've made our long canals,And lakes in every quarter,Then ours would be the 'guarantee',The Trust would own the water.They'd hold the bores and aqueducts,The water-ways and barges,And we would live, or we would starveAccording to their charges;From all the Edens in the WestThey'd bar our sons and daughters,They'd hold the land, ten leagues or so,Each side the rippling waters.But those who fight to hold their own,The Lord and time delivers;As we have held our railway lines,So we shall hold our rivers.We'll find the money, as was foundThe money spent in slaughter,To build our dykes and build our dams,And we shall own the waterFind us online at thatsnotcanon.com/epigraphySubscribe to us on ITUNES, STITCHER, SPOTIFY, RADIOPUBLIC or your podcatcher of choice.Find us on FACEBOOK, TWITTER or INSTAGRAM. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.