“Some swaggers were remittance men. One, whom I never met but was told about, had a tenor voice and would sometimes sing in the shearers’ dining room to concertina accompaniment. The player was known as Concertina Charlie and his superb playing of old sentimental ballads would touch the heart strings of many a shearing gang. The following told my G.A. Watt is the most interesting… to use his own words ‘It was as though the voice of an angel had entered into that great bulk of humanity as the silvery tones of that beautiful tenor voice rose to the strains of “Old Love Letter” and more than one calloused hand would wipe away a furtive tear as memories of other ways and other days filled that dim smoky room, but as with many hobos, he could not hold his job and after the first pay day he would roll his swag and vanish as silently as he came’” 

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-Life on a Five Pound Note, Evelyn Hosken, 1964