| Once an old swagman sat down and rested by the camp fire at night, with the Billy on the boil he'd tune up his old banjo strings tight. When he drank up all his tea he plucked the banjo strings and he played the swagman's lullaby with the words he kept hearing in his head . With a coo-cooee no turning back, coo-cooee for Jumbuck Jack. As the morning sun stirred him up he threw on the swag on his back. For sure there was no better company than a banjo on his knee. Every night he'd love to play again the swagman's melody . It was a swagman's life he'd chosen with each step he walked away from a place he knew that once belonged to a part of yesterday . |
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