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AUSTRALIAN BUSH SONGSNewport Convention Bush Band SongbookFriday, 11 July 2003Song 1 All for Me GrOG.2SONG 2 Billy of tea. 3Song 3 BLACK VELVET BAND. 4Song 4 BOTANTY BAY. 5Song 5 Click Go the Shears.7Song 6 Dennis O'Reilly. 8Song 7 Drovers Dream. 9Song 8 Dying Stockman. 10Song 9 Home Among the GumTrees.11Song 10 I Am AUSTRALIAN. 12Song 11 IRISH ROVER.13Song 12 JIM JONES AT BOTANY BAY.14Song 13 Lachlan Tigers.15Song 14 LIME JUICE TUB. 16Song 15 MAGGIE MAY. 17Song 16 MARANOA DROVERS.18Song 17 MORNINGTOWN RIDE. 19Song 18 rain tumbles down in july. 20Song 19 Six RIbbons .21Song 20 SOUTH AUSTRALIA.22Song 21 THE OVERLANDER. 23Song 22 Waltzing Matilda.24Song 23 WILD ROVER.25Song 24 Lazy Harry's Key of C.26Song 25- OLD BULLOCK DRAY. 27Song 26 RYEBUCK SHEARER.28Song 27 SPRINGTIME BRINGS ON THE SHEARING. 29SONG 28TRAVELLING DOWN TO CASTLEREAGH. 30Song 29Tie Me Kangaroo Down, Sport.32SONG 30 WHISKY IN THE JAR.32Australian Bush Song 16 Album - Newport Convention Bush Band1

SONG 1ALL FOR ME GROGWell I am a ramblin lad me story it is sadIf I ever get to Lachlan I should wonderFor I spent all me brass in the bottom of the glassAnd across the western plains I must wanderCHORUSAnd it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grogIt's all for me beer and tobaccoFor I spent all me tin in a shanty drinking ginNow across the western plains I must wanderWell I'm stiff and stony broke and I've parted form me mokeAnd the sky is looking black as flamin' thunderThe shanty boss is blue cause I haven't got a souThat's the way they treat you when you're down and underI'm crook in the head and I haven't been to bedSince first I touched this shanty with me plunderI see centipedes and snakes and I'm full of aches and shakesAnd I think it's time to push for way out yonderI'll take to the Old Man Plain and criss cross him one againUntil me eyes the track no longer see boysAnd be beer and whisky brain search for sleep but all in vainAnd I feel as if I've had the Darling Pea boysSo it's hand yer jolly grog, yer hocussed shanty grogThe beer that is loaded with tobaccoGraftin' humour I am in, and I'll stick the peg right inAnd settle down once more to some hard yakkaAustralian Bush Song 16 Album - Newport Convention Bush Band2

SONG 2 BILLY OF TEAYou can talk of your whisky talk of your beerThere's something much nicer that waiting us hereIt sits on the fire beneath the gum treeThere's nothing much nicer than a billy of teaCHORUSSo fill up your tumbler as high as you canAnd don't you dare tell me it's not the best plan nYou can let all your beer and your spirits go freeI'll stick to my darling old billy of teaCHORUS(and Tom Blackman Waltz)I rise in the morning as soon as it’s lightAnd go to the nosebag to see it's alrightThat the ants on the sugar no martgage have gotAnd straight away sling my old black billy potCHORUSAnd while it is boiling the horses I seekAnd follow them down as far as the creekI take off their hobbles and let them run freeThen haste to tuck into my billy of teaCHORUSAnd at night when I camp if the day has been warmI give to my horses their tucker of cornForm the tow in the pole to the one in the leadA billy for each holds a comfortable feedCHORUS(and Tom Blackman Waltz - 2nd Time)Then the fire I make and the water I getAnd corned beef and damper in order I setBut I don't ouch the grub though so hungry I beI wait till it's ready the billy of teaCHORUSAustralian Bush Song 16 Album - Newport Convention Bush Band3

Song 3BLACK VELVET BANDIn a neat little town in BelfastApprenticed to trade I was boundAnd many an hour's sweet happinessI spent in that neat little townTill sad misfortune came o'er meAnd I had to flee form the landAway from my friends and relationsTo follow the Black Velvet BandHer eyes they shone like diamondsYou'd thing she was Queen of the landAnd the hair hung over her shoulderTied up with a Black Velvet BandAs I was strolling one eveningNot meaning to go very farI spied the pretty your damselParading her wares in the barA watch she took from a customerAnd slipped it right into my handAnd the law came and put me in prisonBad luck to the Black Velvet BandNext morning before judge and juryFor trial I had to appearAnd the judge said "My fine fellowThe case against you is quite clear'For seven long years is your sentenceYou're going to Van Diemans LandAway from your friends and relationsTo follow the Black Velvet BandAustralian Bush Song 16 Album - Newport Convention Bush Band4

Song 4 BOTANTY BAYKey of AFarewell to old England foreverFarewell to my rum culls as wellFarewell to the well known old BaileyWhere I once used to cut such a swellSinging Too ra laiWe're bound for Botany BayThere's the captain as is out commanderThere's the bosun and all the ship's crewThere's the first and the second class passengersKnows what we poor convicts go throughTaint leaving old England we cares aboutTaint 'cause we misspells what we knowsBut because all of us light fingered gentlemenHops around with a log on our toesOh had I the wings of a turtle doveI'd soar on my pinions so highSlap bang in the arms of my Polly loveAnd in her sweet presence I'd dieNow all you young dookies and duchessesTake warning from what I've to sayMind all is your own as you touchessesAustralian Bush Song 16 Album - Newport Convention Bush Band5

Or you'll find us in Botany BayAustralian Bush Song 16 Album - Newport Convention Bush Band6

SONG 5CLICK GO THE SHEARSOut on the board the old shearer standsGrasping his shears in his long bony handsFixed is his gaze on a bare-bellied "joe"Glory if he gets her, won't he make the ringer goChorusClick go the shears boys, click, click, clickWide is his blow and his hands move quickThe ringer looks around and is beaten by a blowAnd curses the old snagger with the blue-bellied "joe"In the middle of the floor in his cane-bottomed chairIs the boss of the board, with eyes everywhereNotes well each fleece as it comes to the screenPaying strict attention if it's taken off cleanThe tar-boy is there awaiting in demandWith his blackened tar-pot and his tarry handSees one old sheep with a cut upon its backHere's what he's waiting for "Tar here Jack!"Shearing is all over and we've all got our chequesRoll up your swag for we're off on the tracksThe first pub we come to it's there we'll have a spreeAnd everyone that comes along it's, "Come and drink with me!"Down by the bar the old shearer standsGrasping his glass in his thin bony handsFixed is his gaze on a green-painted kegGlory he'll get down on it ere he stirs a pegAustralian Bush Song 16 Album - Newport Convention Bush Band7

SONG 6DENNIS O'REILLYWhen first we left old England's shores, such yarns as we were told,As how folks in Australia could pick up lumps of gold,How gold dust lay in all the streets and miner's rights were free'Hurrah" I said my loving friends, that's just the place for meAnd get even with the captain, we scuttled from the ship.Chorus:With my swag all on my shoulder, black billy in my hand,I travelled the bush of Australia like a true-born native man.When first we reached Port Melbourne we were all prepared to slipAnd bare the captain and the mate all hands abandon shipAnd all the girls of Melbourne town, threw up their arms with joyHurrooing and exclaiming 'Here comes my Irish boy!'We made our way into Geelong then north west to BallaratWhere some of us grew mighty thin and some grew sleek and fatSome tried their luck in Bendigo and some at Fiery CreekI made a fortune in a day and blew it in a weekChorusSo round the tucker tracks I tramp, nor leave them out of sight,My swag's on my left shoulder, and then upon my right,And then I take it on my back and oft upon it lie,These are the best of tucker tracks, so I'll stay here till I die.Chorus then CODAI travelled the bush of Australia (pause)Like a true-born native man.Australian Bush Song 16 Album - Newport Convention Bush Band8

SONG 7DROVERS DREAMOne night when travelling sheep, my companions lay asleepThere was not a star to illuminate the skyI was dreaming, I suppose, for my eyes were nearly closedWhen a very strange procession passed me byFirst there came a kangaroo, with his swag of blankets blueA dingo ran beside him for a mateThey were travelling mighty fast, and they shouted as they passed"We'll have to jog along, it's getting late"The pelican and the crane, they came in from off the plainTo amuse the company with a Highland FlingThe dear old bandicoot played a tune upon his fluteAnd the native bears sat round them in a ringThe drongo and the crow sang us songs of long agoWhile the frill-necked lizard listened with a smileAnd the emu standing near with his claw up to his earSaid, "Funniest thing I've heard for quite a while"The frogs from out the swamp, where the atmosphere is dampCame bounding in and sat upon the stonesThey each unrolled their swags and produced from out their bagsThe violin, the banjo and the bonesThe goanna and the snake, and the adder wide awakeWith the alligator danced "The Soldier's Joy"In the spreading silky oak the jackass cracked a jokeAnd the magpie sang "The Wild Colonial Boy"Some brolgas darted out from the tea-tree all aboutAnd performed a set of Lancers very wellThen the parrot green and blue gave the orchestra its cueTo strike up "The Old Log Cabin in the Dell."I was dreaming, I suppose, of these entertaining showsBut it never crossed my mind I was asleepTill the Boss beneath the cart woke me up with such a startYelling, "Dreamy, where the hell are all the sheep?"Australian Bush Song 16 Album - Newport Convention Bush Band9

SONG 8DYING STOCKMAN1A (D)strapping young (A)stockman lay (D)dyingHis (G)saddle sup (D)porting his (A7)headHis (D)two mates a (A)round him were (D)cryingAs he (G)rose on his (A7)pillow and (D)said-ChorusWrap me up with my stockwhip and blanketAnd bury me deep down belowWhere the dingoes and crows can't molest meIn the shade where the coolibahs grow2 Oh had I the flight of the bronzewingFar over the plains would I flyStraight to the land of my childhoodAnd there I would lay down and die3Then cut down a couple of saplingsPlace one at my head and my toeCarve on them cross stockwhip and saddleTo show there's a stockman below4Hark there's the wail of a dingoWatchful and weird--I must goFor it tolls the death-knell of the stockmanFrom the gloom of the scrub down below5There's tea in the battered old billyPlace the pannikins out in a rowAnd we'll drink to the next merry meetingIn the place where all good fellows goAustralian Bush Song 16 Album - Newport Convention Bush Band10

SONG 9 HOME AMONG THE GUMTREESI've been around the world a couple of times or maybe moreI've seen the sights and had delights on every foreign shoreBut when my friends all ask me the place that I adoreI tell them right awayCHORUSGive me a home among the gum treesWith lots of plum treesA sheep or two and a kangarooA barbie out the backAnd an old washing lineKEY OF DD Bm Em A Em AStanding in the kitchen cooking up a roastor Vegemite on toast just you and me and a cup of teaLater on we'll settle down and mull upon the porchAnd watch the possums playBRIDGE (G D A D G D E7 A7)There's a Safeway on the corner A Wolworths down the streetA new place that just opened where they regulate the heatBut I'll trade it all tomorrow for a simple bush retreatWhere the kookaburras callCHORUSSome people build their houses with fences all aroundOthers live in mansions and some beneath the groundBut me I like the bush you know with rabbits running roundAnd a pumpkin vine out the backCHORUSAustralian Bush Song 16 Album - Newport Convention Bush Band11

SONG 10I AM AUSTRALIAN(C ) I came from the DreamtimeFrom the (F) dusty red soil plains (C)I (Am) am the ancient heartThe (F) keeper (G) of the flame (C)I (C) stood upon the rocky shoresI (F) watched the (G) tall ships (Am) comeFor ( C) 40 000 years I've beenThe (F) 1st (G) Australian (C )2. I came upon the prison shipsBowed down by iron chainsI fought the land, endured the lashAnd waited for the rainsI am a settler, I'm a farmer's wifeOn a dry and barren runA convict then a freemanI became AustralianI'm a teller of storiesI'm a singer of songsI am Albert NamatjiraAnd I paint the ghostly gumsI'm Clancy on his horseI'm Ned Kelly on the runI'm the one who waltzed MatildaI am Australian3.I'm the hot winds from the desertI'm the black soil of the plainsI'm the mountains and the valleysI'm the drought & flooding plainsI am the rock, I am the skyThe rivers when they runThe Spirit of this great landI am AustralianI'm the daughter of a diggerWho saw the Mother LoadThe girl became a womanAlong the dusty roadI'm a child of the depressionI saw the good times comeI'm a bushie, I'm a battlerI am AustralianCHORUSWe are one (C )But we are (F) many (C)And from (Am)all the (F) landsOn earth (G) we (C )comeWe'll share a dreamAnd sing with (F) one (C) voice(F) I (C) am (Am) you (G) are we (F) are (G) Australian (C)Australian Bush Song 16 Album - Newport Convention Bush Band12

SONG 11 IRISH ROVERIn the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and sixWe set sail from the fair cove of Cork.We were bound far away with a cargo of bricksFor the fine city hall of New York.In a very fine craft, she was rigged fore-and-aftAnd oh, how the wild winds drove her.She had twenty-three masts and withstood several blastsAnd we called her the Irish Rover.There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee,There was Hogan from County Tyrone.And a chap called McGurk who was scared stiff of workAnd a chap from West Meade called Mellone.There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a ruleAnd fighting Bill Casey from Dover.There was Dooley from Claire who was strong as a bearAnd was skipper of the Irish Rover.We had one million bales of old billy goats' tails,We had two million buckets of stones.We had three million sides of old blind horses hides,We had four million packets of bones.We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs,And seven million barrels of porter.We had eight million bags of the best Sligo ragsIn the hold of the Irish Rover.We had sailed seven years when the measles broke outAnd the ship lost her way in a fog.And the whole of the crew was reduced unto two,'Twas myself and the captain's old dog.Then the ship struck a rock with a terrible shockAnd then she heeled right over, Turned nine times around, and the poordog was drowned--I'm the last of the Irish Rover.Australian Bush Song 16 Album - Newport Convention Bush Band13

SONG 12JIM JONES AT BOTANY BAYOh (G)listen for a moment lads and (D7)hear me tell my tale (C)How (G)o'er the sea from (D7)England's shore I (G)was compelled to(D7) sailThe (G)jury says he guilty sir and (D7)the hanging judge says (C)heFor (G)life Jim Jones I'm (D7)sending you a(G)cross the (D7)stormy (G)seaCHORUSAnd (C)take my tip before you ship to (G)join the iron gangDon't (C)be too gay at Botany Bay or (G)else you'll surely (D7)hangOr (G)else you'll surely hang he says and (D7)after that Jim Jones (C)It's (G)high upon the (D7)gallows tree the (G)crows will (D7)pick your(G)bonesYou'll have no chance for mischief there remember what I sayThey'll flog the poaching out of you out there at Botany BayThe waves were high upon the sea the wind blew up in galesI'd rather have drowned in misery than come to New South WalesThe winds blew high upon the sea and the pirates came alongBut the soldiers on our convict ship were full five hundred strongThey opened fire and somehow drove that pirate ship awayI'd rather joined that pirate ship than come to New South WalesFor night and day the irons clang and like poor galley slavesWe toil and moil and when we die must fill dishonoured gravesBut bye and bye I'll break my chains into the bush I'll goAnd join the bold bushrangers there Jack Donahoo and CoAnd some dark night when everything is silent in this townI'll kill the tyrants one by one and shoot the floggers downI'll give the law a little shock remember what I sayThey'll yet regret they sent Jim Jones in chains to Botany BayAustralian Bush Song 16 Album - Newport Convention Bush Band14

SONG 13LACHLAN TIGERS(Alt Chords for Capo bar 5 )Dm / AmC/GNow at his gate each shearer stood as the whistle loudly blewGm /DmDm/ AmA7/E7With eyebrows fixed and lips compressed the tigers all bent tooDm/ AmBb/ FF/CA7 /E7You could Hear the clicking of the shears as thru' the wool they glideDm/ Am A7/E7 Dm/ Am Bb / FF/CA7/E7Dm / AmYou see a gunal-ready turned he's on the whipping sideDm/ AmC/ GA lot of Lachlan tigers it’s plain to see we areGm/DmDm/ AmA7/E7Hark to our burly ringer as he loudly calls for tarDm/ AmBb/ FF/ GA7/E7'Tar Here' calls one and quick the tar boy fliesDm/ Am A7/E7 Dm/ Am Bb/ F F/ GA7/E7Dm/ Am'Sweep those locks a-way' a- nother loudly criesThe scene it is a lively one and ought to be admiredThere hasn’t been a better board since Jacky Howe expiredAlong the board out gaffer walks his face all in a frownAnd passing by the ringer says 'You watch my lad keep down'CHORUSFor I must have their bellies off and topknots too likewiseMy eye is quick so none of your tricks or from me you will flyOh curses on our gaffer, he's never on our sideTo shear a decent tally boys, in vain I've often triedCHORUSI have a pair of Ward and Paine's that are both bright and newI'll ring them up and I'll let you see what I can really doFor I've shorn on the Riverine where they shear 'em by the scoreAustralian Bush Song 16 Album - Newport Convention Bush Band15

But such a terror as this to clip I never shore before CHORUSSONG 14LIME JUICE TUBKey of GWhen (G) shearing comes lay (D) down your (G)drumsStep on the board you (C) brand new (G)chumsWith a ra-dum ra-dum (C) rub-a-dub-(G)dubSend him home in a (D) lime juice (G)tubChorus (optional)(G)Here we are in (D) New South (G) WalesShearing the sheep as (C) big as (G) whalesWith leather necks and (C) daggy (G) tailsAnd hides as tough as (D) rusty (G) nailsNow you have crossed the briny deepYou fancy you can shear a sheepWith a ra-dum ra-dum rub-a-dub-dubWe'll send you home in lime juice tubThere's brand new chums and cockies sonsThey fancy that they are great gunsThey fancy they can shear the woolBut the buggers can only tear and pullThey tar the sheep till they're nearly blackRoll up roll up and get the sackOnce more we're away on the Wallaby TrackOnce more to look for the shearing ohThe very next job they undertakeIs to press the wool but they make a mistakeThey press the wool without any balesShearing's hell in New South WalesWe camp in huts without any doorsWith a pannikin of flour and a sheet of barkAnd when they meet upon the roadFrom off their backs throw down their loadAnd at the sun they'll take a lookSaying I reckon it's time to breast the cookSleep upon the muddy floorsTo wallop up a damper in the darkIts home its home I'd like to beNot humping my drum in this countryIts sixteen thousand mile I've comeAustralian Bush Song 16 Album - Newport Convention Bush Band16

To march along with the blanket drumSONG 15MAGGIE MAYKey of COh (C) come along all you sailor boys and (F) listen to my pleaAnd (C) when I am finished you'll a (G) greeI (C) was a goddamned fool in the (F) port of LiverpoolThe (G) first time that I came home from sea (C)We was (C) paid off at The Hove from a (F) port called Sydney CoveAnd (C) two pound ten a month was all my (G) payOh I (C) started drinking gin and was (F) neatly taken inBy a (G) little girl they all called Maggie (C)MayChorusOh (F) Maggie, Maggie May they have (C) taken you awayTo slave upon that cold Van Diemen (G) shoreOh you (C) robbed so many sailors and (F) dosed so many whalersYou'll (G) never cruise down Lime Street any (C) moreTwas a damned unlucky day when I first met Maggie MayShe was cruising up and down old Canning PlaceOh she had a figure fine as a warship of the lineAnd me being a sailor I gave chaseIn the morning when I woke stiff and sore and stoney brokeNo , trousers, coat, or waistcoat could I findThe landlady said 'Sir I can tell you where they areThey'll be down in Stanley's hock-shop number nine'To the bobby on his beat at the corner of the streetTo him I went to him I told my tailHe asked me as if in doubt 'Does your mother know you're out?'But agreed the lady ought to be in jailTo the hock-shop I did go but no trousers there I spiedSo the bobbies came and took the girl awayThe jury guilty found her for robbing a homeward bounderAustralian Bush Song 16 Album - Newport Convention Bush Band17

And paid her passage out to Botany BaySONG 16MARANOA DROVERSOh the (D)night is dark and stomyKey D (3 chords E7)And the (G) sky is clouded o'er (D)Our horses we will mount and ride away (E7 - A7)To (D) watch the squatter's cattleThrought the (G) darkness of the night (D)And we'll keep them on the (A7) camp till break of dayFor we're (G) going going going to (D) Gun ne dah so farSoon we'll be in sunny New South Wales (E7 - A7)AndWe'll (D) bid fair well to Queensland with its (G) swampy coolibah (D)Happy drovers from the (A7) sandy Maranoa (D)With our campfires burning brightThrough the darkness of the nightAnd the cattle camping quiet well I'm sureVerse 5That I wish for two o'clockWe'll soon by on the MoonieWhen I call the other watchAnd we'll cross the Barwon tooThis is droving on the sandy MaranoaThen out upon the rolling plains once moreWith out beds made on the groundWe are sleeping oh so soundAnd we'll shout 'Hurrah forQueenslandWe're wakened by the thunder's distant roarAnd the lightning's vivid flashAnd its swampy coolibahFollowed by an awful crashAnd the cattle that come off the MaranoaRough on drover's from the sandy MaranoaWe are up at break of dayAnd we'll soon be on our wayWe always have to go ten miles or moreBut it don't do to loaf aboutAustralian Bush Song 16 Album - Newport Convention Bush Band18

Or the squatter will come outHe's rough on drovers from the sandy MaranoaSONG 17MORNINGTOWN RIDEGCGTrain whistle blowing, makes a sleepy noise,A7D7Underneath their blankets go all the girls and boys.Chorus:GCGRocking, rolling, riding, out along the bay,CGEmD7GAll bound for Morningtown, many miles away.2.Driver at the engine, fireman rings the bell,Sand man swings the lantern, to show that all is well.ChorusThen Change Key - To AADAMaybe it is raining where our train will ride;B7E7All the little travellers are warm and snug inside.ADARocking, rolling, riding, out along the bay,DAF#m E7GAll bound for Morningtown, many miles away.Chorus4.Somewhere there is sunshine, somewhere there is day,Somewhere there is Morningtown, many miles away.Australian Bush Song 16 Album - Newport Convention Bush Band19

SONG 18 RAIN TUMBLES DOWN IN JULYLet me (C) wander up (G7) north to the (C) homesteadWay (F) out further on there to (C) roamBy a (F) gully in flood let me linger (C Am )When the (C) summery (D sunshine has (G7) flownWhere the (C) logs tangle (G7 up on the (C) creek bedAnd the (F) clouds veil the old northern (C) skyAnd the (F) cattle move back from the lowlands (C Am )When the (C) rain tumbles (G7) down in (C) JulyThe settlers with sad hearts are watchingThe rise of the stream from the dawnTheir best crops are always in floodreachIf it rises much more they'll be goneThe cattle string out along the fencesAs the breeze from the south races byAnd the limbs from the old gums are fallingWhen the rain tumbles down in JulyINSTRUMENTALThe old sleeping gums by the riverAwaken to herds straying byFrom the flats where the fences have vanishedAs the storm clouds gather on highThe wheels of the wagons stop turning (STOP!)And the stock horse is turned out to strayAnd the old station dogs are a-dozing ( C - Am - D7 - G7 .to lastOn the husks in the barn through the dayAnd the drover draws rein by the riverIt's been years since he's seen it so hightAnd that's just a story of homewardsWhen the rain tumbles down in July C - AmRepeat Last LineAustralian Bush Song 16 Album - Newport Convention Bush Band20

SONG 19SIX RIBBONSIf (Em) I were a (D) minstrel I'd (Cmaj7) sing you six (Bm)love songsTo (Em) tell the whole (D) world of the (Em) love that (D) we (Em)shareIf (Em) I were a (D) merchant I'd (Cmaj7) bring you six (Bm) diamondsWith (Em) blood red (D) roses for (Em) my love (D) to (Em) wearCHORUSBut (G) I am a (D) simple man a (Em) poor common (Bm) farmerSo (Em) take my six (D) ribbons to (Em) tie back (D)your (Em) hairFlute soloIf I were a nobleman I'd bring you six carriagesWith six snow white horses to take you anywhereIf I were the emperor I'd build you six palacesWith six hundred servants for comforting careCHORUS(G) Too ra li too ra li (Em) All I can (C) shareI (Em) gave you (D) six ribbons to (Em) tie back (D) your (Em)hair(REPEAT)If I were a minstrel I’d sing you six love songsTo tell the whole world of the love that we shareSo be not aftraid my love you're never along my loveWhile you wear my ribbons tie'n back you hairCHORUSToo ra li (Twice)Australian Bush Song 16 Album - Newport Convention Bush Band21

SONG 20 SOUTH AUSTRALIACFCFC FGIn South Australia I was born Heave Away Haul AwayCFAmCG7 CIn South Australia Round Cape Horn Bound for South AustraliaCHORUSCFCFC FGHeave away you ruler kings Heave away all the wayCFAmCG7 CHeave away you'll hear me sing Bound for South Australia2There's one t

Song 4 BOTANTY BAY Key of A Farewell to old England forever Farewell to my rum culls as well Farewell to the well known old Bailey Where I once used to cut such a swell

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