Sugarbag Carpenter

Them days all you
needed was a blunt saw &
an axe thrown in a


sack. If you could
drive a 3" nail through a
pound of butter


you got the job
and thats a fact ask
Bob the Builder


who shook the hand
of Banjo Patterson though
no-one believes him.


Theres not one
finial or mullion round
Boomi that hasnt


his name on it;
he was there with the ox
& swivel chain.


When he couldnt
make a deaner he went bumper
shooting in the 30s


way back before
the Great War the first of the
street kids in Ultimo,


and his father
(hell tell you) saw electricity
come to Tamworth in 1888.


From Tilba Tilba
to Bondi, the last of the
Sugarbag Carpenters.
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