<p> Poem Extracted from</p><p>CRADLED IN THE RANGES</p><p>A history of Blackbutt, Benarkin, Taromeo and Surrounding Districts</p><p>By S. N. STOCKS</p><p>1988</p><p>ISBN 0 7316 4169 8</p><p>Presented by Paul Clacher THE NUKINENDA CREW With humour aforethought and malice toward none Anon</p><p>Come on, young men and ladies, Mothers and fathers too: I'll relate to you the history, Of the Nukinenda Crew. Concerning Mother Brady. And her many heinous deeds: Now, friends, please give attention, And remember how it reads.</p><p>Twas in the month of August And on the Scots’ Lammas Day; Bill Kamp he was a-beaten They say by Geordie Seib: Kamp could not believe it He wouldn't think it so; He thought it was Pat Sullivan Who struck the mighty blow.</p><p>They fought and beat Dick Kingsley A sober, innocent man: He left his wife and children To do the work of man: They wounded Andy Seymour Although his life was saved; It seemed he shunned the boozer Since he stood so near the grave,</p><p>Kamp, he did recover Some months had come and passed, In the town of Cooyar-Cooyar, These men had met at last; Paddy and a friend or two Along the street did walk; He seemed to be uneasy And no one wished to talk.</p><p>He walked in Smithies pub Up to the "Good Hope" bar, And little did he think, my friend That he'd sing his last tra-la; The sting of death was near him Kamp rushed in through the door; A few words passed between them Concerning a row before.</p><p>The people soon were frightened Began to leave the room; When a ball from Kampie’s pistol Put Paddy in his tomb; His friends soon gathered round him His wife to weep and wail; Kamp, he was arrested And soon confined to jail.</p><p>He was put in jail at Cooyar There to stay a while; In the hands of law and justice To bravely stand his trial; The people talked of hanging him If he gets out on bail, The prisoner’s friends soon moved him Into the Yarraman jail.</p><p>Some persons forged 'an order Their names I do not know: The plan was soon agreed upon For Kampie they would go: Kamp — he seemed discouraged He seemed to be m dread. "They sought a plan lo kill me," To the jailer, Kamp, he said. They put the handcuffs on him No hat upon his head; They -only wanted vengeance. For he'd shot their miner dead; They brought him back to Blackbutt His heart was in distress; They told his wife to get and dress When they shoved him in the hut.</p><p>Kamp, he sat in horror And pleaded with his wife; To talk to Mother Brady And try to save his life; When they were set and ready They had no time to lose They sat him down and tied him And told him not to move.</p><p>They stepped up to the prisoner With clippers in their hand, In death, he soon was sinking He'd die in iron bands; When they were set and ready She closed her eyes m fear She cried, "Ob Lord, they'll kill him," When she heard those scissors sear.</p><p>The hair came off quite fleecy Jet black, and dark, they said; Ma Brady sat astride him And wetted on his head; She said, "This makes it shiny Makes it smell like leather: So go ahead my laddies And plaster tar and feathers."</p><p>The baldy head of Kamp, Made trouble in the land Caused men to leave their families And take the parting hand.; Retaliating, still at war They'll never, never cease I would that I could see my birthplace Once more at rest and peace.</p><p>The act of retribution, was mulled in many minds They tried and tried to outwit her With plans, of many kinds; To no avail they thought and thought The schemes all came to nought; To wreck the power of Mother Brady For the head of Baldy Kamp Became the legend in' the land.</p><p>I compose this as a warning Beware of gold, my fine young men The boozing will cause trouble On this you can depend; In the bottom of 'a whisky glass The lurking devils dwell They score the head of those who drink And send their souls to hell.</p><p>Anon – p 89</p><p>Stocks S. N., “Cradled In The Ranges A History of Blackbutt, Benarkin Taromeo and Surrounding Districts 1842 – 1988 ”, Blackbutt-Benarkin Bicentenary and Centenary Committee, Cranbrook Press (Toowoomba), p 89, 1988, ISBN 0 7316 4169 8</p>