THE BROLGAS DANCE
The brolgas dance in the heart of Sydney,
Where towering buildings hide the sun,
And tourists pass with their noisy footsteps,
Intent on photos or having fun.
The brolgas dance as though in home country
Where no one notices how they dance.
There they can curtesy and bow and quick-step
And no one gives them a second glance.
(The Rajah Quilt)
Just any old quilt? Oh dear, not so!
This relic from ages long ago,
Tells a tale of Convict times,
When women, regardless of their crimes,
Were herded together on dreadful ships,
With cries of anguish on their lips,
And sent away to the ends of the earth,
Far away from the land of their birth.
They were sent to Australia for ever and ever.
Would they see England again? No, never!
Some were villains, that's for sure,
But some were merely very poor;
They were guilty of stealing a crust,
And their imprisonment was unjust.
They were sent, without hesitation,
To help to populate the nation.
Australia was full of lonely males,
Rioting, going off the rails,
And it was thought female company
Might add a little stability.
The women were jeered by the population
As they started to leave for their destination.
But there was a Quaker, Elizabeth Fry,
Who saw so much more than met the eye.
She saw women who seemed to have some potential.
And engaging them seemed. to her, essential.
One ship, 'The Rajah' was about to sail;
Elizabeth didn't just turn tail.
She went on board with needles and thread,
Coloured silks of blue and red,
Cloth to cut and ribbons to sew.
She knew the journey would be slow.
She urged the women to keep occupied.
And the ship sailed on the next high tide.
Sure enough the women stitched
Though the 'Rajah' tossed and pitched.
Day after day, week after week,
Though feeling desperate and weak,
The quilts were made for their new lives,
When most of them would live as wives.
Only one quilt remains, just one,
Though it is said some more were done.
And here's a wonderful P.S.
The women, wishing to express
Their gratitude, embroidered too
Their thanks to those to whom thanks was due.