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 Send "Eric Bogle" Ringtones to your Cell  A Reason For It All Summer’s smiling on the city, another lovely day in Sydney, sunshine pouring down like honey. But in the room where Clare is dying, no sunshine .... Always Back To You Always Back To You-Eric BogleWell they say the heart's a lonely hunter, always searching for a homeThat in every soul there is hunger, to find .... Aussie Barbeque When the summer sun is shining on Australia's happy land Round countless fires, in strange attire in many solemn bands of glum Australians watching as .... Dan Dan by Eric BogleI'm pleased to meet you, my name's Dan,and I'm an honest working manA tarnished badge, they tell me,but it's one I wear .... I Hate Wogs I Hate Wogs-Eric BogleI'm a dicky-dye Australian guy and me name is Blooey Schmidt.I love this sunburned country and I'm bloody proud of itAnd I .... Leaving Nancy In comes the train,and the whole platform shakes, it stops with a shudder,and a screaming of brakes, my leaving has come and my weary soul .... No Man's Land 1. Well, how do you do, Private William McBride, Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside? And rest for awhile in .... Now I'm Easy Well for fifty years and more I've been a Cocky Of fire and flood and drought I've lived through plenty This country's dust and mud .... Somebody' Moggy Somebody's Moggy by the side of the road Somebody's pussy who forgot his highway code Someone's favorite feline who ran clean out of luck When .... The Bogle Bo Or Bugaboo The Bogle Bo (or Bugaboo) When I was in my prenticeship and learning of my trade, I courted my master's daughter, which made my heart .... The Flowers Of The Forest THE FLOWERS OF THE FOREST I've hear them liltin', at the ewe milkin,' Lasses a-liltin' before dawn of day. Now there's a moanin', on ilka .... Two Strong Arms I Hate Wogs-Eric BogleI'm a dicky-dye Australian guy and me name is Blooey Schmidt.I love this sunburned country and I'm bloody proud of itAnd I .... Wee Dark Engine Room In that wee dark engine room, Where the chill seeps through your soul, How we huddled round that wee pot stove That burned oily rags .... Send "Eric Bogle" Ringtones to your Cell |