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AURORA AUSTRALIS.
On the fifteenth day we sighted the ice;
- So the “Koonya” cast us free;
With ten of Boyle’s sheep aboard in a trice,
- And another ten lost in the sea.
With all sail set and a following breeze
- Toward that distant land we sped;
And crept through a field of a thousand bergs
- Which guarded a virgin bed.
To the Great Ice Barrier’s edge we come
- And search on that lonely shore,
For the spot we should make our winter home,
- Which was known to be there of yore.
Not a sign was there of the Bight we sought,
- But ten miles south sailed we
Of a place that was marked by a skipper named Scott,
- In a ship called “Discovery”.
So east we turned to the land of our King,
- For there we would plant our flag;
But the‘heavy ice pack on our starboard tack '
- Prevented us landing our swag.
