The Drover's Dream

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The Drover's*  Dream  

1 was travelling with the sheep and me mates were fast asleep.
No moon or stars were shining in the sky.
I was dozing I suppose, and me eyes had hardly closed
When a very strange procession passed me by.
First there came a kangaroo with his swag* of blankets blue.
He had with him a dingo for a mate.
They were travelling pretty last, and they shouted as they passed,
"We've got to be jogging on. it's getting late."
Then three frogs from out the swamp.
Where the atmosphere is damp.
Hopped out and sat down on the stones.
They undid their little swags and took from their ditty-bags*
A fiddle, a banjo, and two bones.
Then the little bandicoot played a tune upon his (lute.
Three native bears came down and formed a ring.
And the pelican and the crane, they flew in from the plain
And amused the audience with a highland fling.
Then the parrots in their joy sang the Wild Colonial Boy.
The frilly lizard ran round with a smile.
And from out the old she-oak. the kookaburra spoke.
And bless me happy days, they ran a mile.
Then the emu standing near with its claw up to its ear
Sang "Rocked In The Cradle Of The Deep."
I was underneath the cart, the boss woke me with a start.
Saying: "Clancy, where the hell's me flaming sheep?"

Note:

*Drover - Australian herder of sheep or cattle;
*Swag - bedroll;
*Ditty-bags -bags for personal belongings


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