Lady in Chalk
Lady in chalk,
I wish you could talk,
Drawn with much care,
Love put you there.
Too closely related,
The parents had slated,
So her image he kept on the wall.
From there she looked down.
There'd be no wedding gown,
But her touch he will always recall.
The shed's on a lean,
Her face though seen
Is slowly fading away.
The rafters still talk
Of the lady in chalk.
Their spirit still lingers today
by Ross Kurtz
Mudgee, Mudgee, old memories makes our town
It's like the sound of church bells, calling folks to gather round
Mudgee, Mudgee, the name is ringing out
It's calling people far and wide, to come to Mudgee town
Come on here to Mudgee and spend a day or two
Walking, riding, driving, touring, which is ever best for you
Wander up to Pipeclay just outside Mudgee town
Follow the signs of the Wallaby Track
Yesteryear you're sure to find
Mudgee's full of memories, of Henry Lawson's time
From the old bush school, to the gold rush sites
And the shanty of the rise
Don't forget to visit the Budgee Budgee pub
Where memories fill the air,
Of three men and a straggly dog
The story goes that Henry wrote the loaded dog from here
And you still get the feelin' the laughter's still pealing
In the atmosphere round here
Yes, Mudgee, Mudgee, old memories make our town
It's like the sound of church bells calling folks to gather round.