Some young men escaped
The tightening noose
Bounding through the scrub
Like startled kangaroos
But the old men, women and kids
Went to their deaths on the rocks
Did they fall or were they pushed?
People whose home was the bush
Seldom a false step did they make
Never a wrong turn would they take
Some still deny what happened
Although it was the same at Appin
Of Bells Falls Gorge on the tablelands
They wash their righteous hands
They ask for proof of the whiteman’s kind
It must be written to their mind
But who will give the true accounts
Not those men on their murdering mounts
The proof is in the spoken word
By generations often heard
Around the fires where tales are told
By those young warriors bold
The proof is in the haunted faces
Of visitors to these tragic places
Where restless spirits trouble you
Seeking justice over due
The tightening noose
Bounding through the scrub
Like startled kangaroos
But the old men, women and kids
Went to their deaths on the rocks
Did they fall or were they pushed?
People whose home was the bush
Seldom a false step did they make
Never a wrong turn would they take
Some still deny what happened
Although it was the same at Appin
Of Bells Falls Gorge on the tablelands
They wash their righteous hands
They ask for proof of the whiteman’s kind
It must be written to their mind
But who will give the true accounts
Not those men on their murdering mounts
The proof is in the spoken word
By generations often heard
Around the fires where tales are told
By those young warriors bold
The proof is in the haunted faces
Of visitors to these tragic places
Where restless spirits trouble you
Seeking justice over due
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