3.
"THE BATTLE OF MINDEROO."
Encouraging his followers
With yelps & shouts, & cries.
His left hand grasps a painted shield,
His right his spears, & rest
To strike the horses of the foe;
He bids them do their best
But suddenly his shield is dropped
His spears are scattered round,
With loud despairing cry of rage
He drops upon the ground
A bullet from Mc Rae's good piece
Has gone right through his brain.
He never more will use that shield,
Nor throw those spears again
Hurrah! cries Thatcher with delight
That shot was worth a crown;
Another warrior bites the dust
The boldest of them down.
Their leader gone, & falling fast
For mercy then, they pray,
And send their prettiest women out
To plead with bold Mc Rae
That flinty hearted champion
The damsels proudly eye;
He heeds not their entreating looks,
Nor cares about their sighs.
"Send out the old men, and the boys;
We only fight with men.
Throw down your arms, unship your spears
We'll talk of quarter then".
They send out boys, & aged men,
The nuncaberrys stay
And fight like wolves, or tigers till
They're vanquished by Mc Rae.
And there they lay upon the plain
A ghastly sight to view
Their life blood stains the clayey soil
Of beauteous Minderoo.
