On the Wallaby

歌詞

Me tent poles are rotten, me campfire's dead And the possums they ramble in the trees overhead I'm out on the wallaby, I'm humping me drum And I come down the road where the sundowners come It's north-west-by-west, over ranges afar To the plains where the cattle and the sheep stations are With the sky for me blanket and the earth for me bunk And a calico bag for me damper and me junk And it's scarcely a comrade me memory reveals Oh, the spirit still tingles in me toe and me heels Now me tent is all torn and me blankets are damp And the fast-rising floodwater flows down to the camp And the cold water rises in jets from the floor And I lie in me bed and I listen to it roar And I think of tomorrow how me footsteps will lag As I tramp beneath the weight of a rain-sodden swag But the way of a swagman is mostly uphill Though there's joy to be found on the wallaby still When the day has gone down, with its tramp and its toil And your campfire you build and your billy it can boil And there's comfort and peace in the bowl of your clay Or the yarn of a mate, who is tramping your way But beware of the city, where it's poison for years And beware of the dangers in drinking long beers When a bushman gets bushed in the streets of the town When he's lost all his friends and his cheque's are knocked down Well, he's right 'til his pockets are empty and then He waltzes old bluey up the country again Me tent poles are rotten, me campfire's dead And the possums they ramble in the trees overhead I'm out on the wallaby, I'm humping me drum And I come down the road where the sundowners come