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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 ....
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