1. Frontier

From the recording Frontier

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With the coming of the 'white man', Australia was a true frontier. Once the Aborigines realised the Europeans were here to stay, open hostility between both races was the inevitable result. Frequently referred to as the 'black wars' throughout the first half of the nineteenth century, guns versus spears meant there could only ever be one victor. Potentially the oldest culture on Earth was oppressed as the occupiers moved into their lands.


Copyright 2016 Craig Stewart

Old Coomee Nulunga,
The last one of her tribe,
Would tell how her grandmother,
Had watched the white birds passing by,
Take a photograph, make a brass breast plate,
To mark her place in time,
Old Coomee Nulunga,
Could count the cost as each one died.

What are they doing to my country,
What are they doing to my land,
What are they doing to my people,
I've got to stop and take a stand.
I will summon up my spirits,
I'll sharpen up my spears,
I'll call on all my courage,
White man, black soil, black fear,

In the heart of Kamilaroi country,
On Warrambungle way up high,
A young warrior looks out to the east,
To the black smoke in the sky.
His body's scarred, his land is charred,
And the wattle trees now weep,
For the women and children piled high,
By the banks of Myall Creek.


Well we can tell them that it's not our fault,
And we're not the ones to blame.
But the spirits carried on the winds,
Still whisper from the plains.
They call out from another time,
Their message loud and clear.
Don't ever let anyone forget,
Our people disappeared.