Charles Thatcher was the eldest son of a Bristol curio dealer.
Arriving in Melbourne in November 1852 in the Isabella, Charles tried the Bendigo diggings but soon became an entertainer. He joined the orchestra at the Royal Victoria Theatre, Sandhurst, and filled in between plays by singing new words to popular tunes. In these songs he described the troubles of the new chums, the ... more »
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Charles Thatcher Poems
You doubtless read the papers, And as men of observation, Of course you watch the progress Of Chinese immigration--
Two Years Ago
The light of other days burns dim, And in the shade is cast, You'll own I'm right, if you will just Look back upon the past;
The New-Chum Swell
I’ll sing just now a little song, For you must understand, ’Tis of a fine young gentleman, That left his native land—
The Queer Ways Of Australia
Dick Briggs, a wealthy farmer’s son, To England lately took a run, To see his friends, and have some fun, For he’d been ten years in Australia.
The Private Despatch of Captain Bumble o...
He writes thus to His Excellency; Myself and Major Stiggings Go our brave fellows all equipped And started for the diggings.
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You doubtless read the papers,
And as men of observation,
Of course you watch the progress
Of Chinese immigration--
For thousands of these pigtail chaps
In Adelaide are landing;
And why they let such numbers come
Exceeds my understanding.
On Emerald Hill it now appears
A Joss House they've erected;
And they've got an ugly idol there--
It's just what I expected;
And they offer nice young chickens
Unto this wooden log;
And sometimes with a sucking pig
They go the entire hog.
Now some of you, perhaps, may laugh,
But 'tis ...