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Offline The Drover

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  • Location: AU
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Music I listen to

WALTZING MATILDA

There once was a swagman camped by a Billabong
Under the shade of a Coolabah tree
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled
"You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me"

Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me
And he sang as he watched and waited 'til his billy boiled
"You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me".

Down came a jumbuck to drink at the water hole
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee
And he sang as he stowed him away in his tuckerbag
"You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me".

Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me
And he sang as he stowed him away in his tuckerbag
"You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me".

Down came the Squatter riding on his thoroughbred
Down came Policemen - one, two, three
"Where's the jolly jumbuck you've got in your tuckerbag?",
"You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me".

Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me
"Where's the jolly jumbuck you've got in your tuckerbag?",
"You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me".

But the swagman he up and he jumped into the water hole
Drowning himself by the Coolabah tree,
And his ghost may be heard as you walk along the Billabong,
"You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me"

Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me
And his ghost may be heard as you walk along the billabong,
"You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me".

Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda my darling?
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
Waltzing Matilda leading the waterbag
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.

Ghost Of A Chance

Victor P. Young / Bing Crosby / Ned Washington

I need your love so badly
I love you oh so madly
But I don't stand a ghost of a chance with you.
I thought at last I found you
But other loves surround you
And I don't stand a ghost of a chance with you.
If you'd surrender
Just for a tender
Kiss or two
You might discover
That I'm the lover
Meant for you
And I'd be true...
But what's the good of scheming
I know I must be dreaming...
For I don't stand a ghost of a chance with you
Cuz I don't stand
A ghost of a chance
With you...

DON'T FENCE ME IN(Cole Porter)

Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above, Don't fence me in
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love, Don't fence me in
Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please, Don't fence me in


Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise

I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can't look at hovels and I can't stand fences
Don't fence me in

Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies, Don't fence me in
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love, Don't fence me in
Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please, Don't fence me in

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise

I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can't look at hovels and I can't stand fences
Don't fence me in, no
Oh don't fence me in

Interesting facts about me

Born and raised in Australia. Drover - it's what I am and what I do. I make my own way, no man hires me and no man fires me.

I fought in the War for "Mother England" - some call it the Great War, but there was nothing great about it. I lost more than you can imagine, but that's history now and where I'm from we consider that personal.

The Aborignal tribes, the native peoples of Australia, when someone dies, you never speak their name again. I no longer speak the names of my family, taken from me before their time. In that final loss I lost myself. And so I lost my name.

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