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CHARLIE LOLLBACK
Farmer Versus the CityI was working at a station up Womboyne wayWhen a chap came from the city to spend a holiday One day in conversation he told me to my face You must be flamin' mad to work in this god forsaken place It was then that I replied "although it seems a pity I wouldn't give an inch of bush for an acre in the city I'll take the snakes and sandflies. I'll have the heat and dust For it's the reptiles in the city that we can't afford to trust So listen here young fellow, I make no ifs or buts Someone has to work up here but few have got the guts And when next you're back in Sydney walking down an ashfelt street Stop awhile and ponder where the butcher gets his meat Or where the milkman gets his milk, his butter cheese or cream Do you think you just go off to sleep and get them in a dream? So unless you're down at Bondi with little else to do Then thank the Lord there's blokes like us to feed the likes of you |