BILL DANIELS' COO-EE-IN' WOMAN
Bill Daniels heard the story when he was just a lad,
Shrugged his shoulders, laughed a bit,
and called the
He was familiar with the bush,
he knew the beasts that
Dismissed as dreams the whispered tales of nights a
Cecil Connors shook with fright remembering how he
Down through Upper Everton along the Beechworth
A dreadful screaming filled the air,
his very blood
The frantic pony fought the bit and bolted
' 'Twas white' he said, ' with trailing gown, pale arms
that reached for me,
Flew right behind my horse's heels,
There were some believed his tale,
others knew him well
Suspected that he'd had a few at the old Railway Hotel!
Years passed by, the story was forgotten then until
One night Bill Daniels set up camp somewhere near
His peaceful slumber shattered when a strange,
Echoed through the tree-tops along the Yellow Creek!
Ghastly moaning rose and fell,
it came from every
A woman sobbed in agony -- Bill stood petrified,
His curly coated dog backed up and cringed against
Whimpering and whining as the darkest hours crept by.
Bill never did discover what had made that nightmare
Squirrel Glider or a Powerful Owl were theories
'I don't know what I heard out there' , he'd ruefully relate,
' But the poor dog was so terrified it's curly hair stayed straight !'
It is rumoured that in recent times a haunting cry's
Mysteriously un-explained by animal or birds,
If some sad ghost is wandering here,
may she soon
Her spirit know tranquillity, her restless searching cease.