Gray eyes and gamboge hair!
One barmaid of "The Crown"!
Ah, will that beaming siren still be there
When I go next to town? -
When over-night much spirit I had quaffed,
How I was wont to bless
That nymph who, smiling, mixed my morning draught
Of B. and S.!
That holiday has gone!
Now wintry breezes blow
In fitful gusts about my hut upon
The Warrego.
Hard times foretell that for a "down-South" spree
The day is distant far;
And I no more, in Sydney town, may see
That girl behind the bar.
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Comments1I came across this ditty again after many years and it brought a hint of wistfulness. "That holiday has gone! Now wintry breezes blow In fitful gusts...," seems to encapsulate nostalgia and longing for times past. I still couldn't shake the doubt though - is the narrator mourning the loss of youth, or the loss of a love interest, the girl behind the bar? Any thoughts on this?