Up The Country is a popular poem by iconic Australian writer and poet Henry Lawson. It was first published in The Bulletin magazine on 9 July 1892, under the title Borderland, and started the Bulletin Debate, a series of poems by both Lawson and Andrew Barton "Banjo" Paterson about the true nature of life in the Australian bush.
In Up The Country, Lawson recounts his trip to the barren and gloomy Australian bush, and criticises "City Bushmen" such as Banjo Paterson who tended to romanticize bush life.
Paterson later responded with a poem of his own, entitled In Defense of the Bush, in which he accused Lawson of representing bush life as nothing but doom and gloom, famously ending with the line "For the bush will never suit you, and you'll never suit the bush."
In general, a rural area or countryside is a geographic area that is located outside towns and cities. The Health Resources and Services Administration of the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services defines the word "rural" as encompassing "...all population, housing, and territory not included within an urban area. Whatever is not urban is considered rural."
Typical rural areas have a low population density and small settlements. Agricultural areas are commonly rural, though so are others such as forests. Different countries have varying definitions of "rural" for statistical and administrative purposes.
It's all downhill from here
So bottle up your fear
Head's on a bit unsteady
I think you'd better steer
See, I'm north country bound
Gone, but still renowned
You may not see my face no more
So keep my picture out
Once there was a youth I led
A fallacy I chased
Got so used to them somehow
But now there's criminals in mine
Leading me to distress
I'm so lost, I best not get found
Though I'm much too weak to ride
Watch these hills on glide
Mama said I'm best off dead
Lord knows how hard I tried
Incase my skull with clouds
Made my failure loud
Heard a teardrop hit the ground
Somewhere among the crowd
But still I'm restless for the bed
My tongue no longer tastes
Oh, I'm dying and lay me down
If there's someone in my steer
Let him keep his place
Not sure how I'll long I'll stick around
There's a girl who knows my name
How I wish I could explain
Just tell her that she's at my side
Though at hers I can't remain
See, I've seen salvation's yard
But every highwayman's been barred
Some cheap box wine to ease my mind
One, oh one's mighty hard
But baby, babe come hold my hand
There is no time to waste
You know I think I'm sinking down
But I doubt you've heard a word I said
Or looked into my face