© Michael Camilleri 2025
1..Francis Facey Hurst, cries tears for lost son.
Gunned down in his prime,
By a man called Robert Burke.
His fate was sealed, the day he pulled the trigger.
Bail up he cried, Stand and deliver.
2..Daddy cried a tear, for the son he’s now missing.
Held him by his hand, as his life faded away.
34 years young with his whole life before him.
Clusky, with his gun, blew young Henry’s dreams away.
© Feel the sunshine in the springtime,
See golden wattles bloom.
Turning old and gray with nothing more to say
Become a shadow in the room.
3..Tie him to a wheel, wait for the traps a’coming.
See him to the jail, take his liberty away.
Stand before the judge, hangings in order.
For Henry took the first shot. Don’t matter when your hanging from a slip knot.
© Feel the sunshine in the springtime
See golden wattles bloom.
Turning old and gray with nothing more to say
Become a shadow in the room.
4..Irish born and bred,a young man in a new world.
Working with his hands to put food on his plate.
But pride got in his way. The day we all remember.
Laid Henry in his grave, sweet surrender.
5..If you find the time, to pay young Henry a visit.
Down by the banks, of the Diamond Creek.
Many years have passed, but his story”s still worth telling.
The day Robert Burke,crossed paths with Henry Facey Hurst.
© Feel the sunshine in the springtime
See golden wattles bloom
Turning old and gray with nothing left to say
Become a shadow in the room..
6..Francis Facey Hurst cries tears for her lost son.
Gunned down in his prime, by a man called Robert Burke.
Many years have passed, but his stories still worth telling.
The day Robert Burke, crossed paths with Henry Facey Hurst.