Can't Bury the Tales, The Drover's Tale
November 17th 2007 20:25
He found himself, scarce knowing where, nor, even why,
A pilgrim upon a road of red dust near the town of Gundagai
It was a long road for the drovers quest
And longer still ere he could rest.
For it was a solemn oath that brought him here
Given to the love of his life, whom he held most dear.
The oath was given and love was troth
With a passion that burned bright in both
But the road that stretched between their passion
Held dangers of many and diverse fashion
Her green eyes and red hair at times, a few
Grew hazy, in memory, after a brew or two
But in the morn, dry of mouth with aching head
He would drag himself from guilty bed
And swear to God that never again
Would he mix beer with gin, nor sin
And promised to his love anew
That what she wanted, he would do
But under the relentless sun he did swoon
Only to find himself in another saloon
A beer between him and duty
Chatting to a dark haired beauty
Out of his true loves sight and hearing
Spent all his money and took a job shearing
Hard work it was but he did his best
Collected his wage and renewed his quest
Jobs he took when he could
Milking cows and chopping wood
All the time he was aware
Of his loves green eyes and red hair
And though it had been awhile
He thought he could remember her smile
Our pilgrim walked the road though weary he might be
Overland and on to the wide blue sea
Where he spent at least a month fishing
All the time fervently wishing
He could remember just one thing
His true loves first name
And when he reached the holy shrine
He knew it was surely time
Turned his feet in the direction of home did he
And left behind his Saints and the MCG
The drovers tale does not end here
For to get home took near a year
First was the massage and a rub
And every corner seemed to have a pub
Took a job droving goannas
From Geelong to Roseanna
Jobs he had from woe to go
And one took him to Bendigo
He arrived in a flash Volvo wagon
Then did a stint as legs for a dragon
All the while he did try
To return to his love in Gundagai
Finally one day his weary feet
Turned down his true loves street
And his heart was wont to soar
He gently knocked upon her door
His true love looked him up and down
Upon her face was a surly frown
Finally she uttered those fateful words `Jesus'
`Two bloody years and you still forgot the pizzas'
A pilgrim upon a road of red dust near the town of Gundagai
It was a long road for the drovers quest
And longer still ere he could rest.
For it was a solemn oath that brought him here
Given to the love of his life, whom he held most dear.
The oath was given and love was troth
With a passion that burned bright in both
But the road that stretched between their passion
Held dangers of many and diverse fashion
Her green eyes and red hair at times, a few
Grew hazy, in memory, after a brew or two
But in the morn, dry of mouth with aching head
And swear to God that never again
Would he mix beer with gin, nor sin
And promised to his love anew
That what she wanted, he would do
But under the relentless sun he did swoon
Only to find himself in another saloon
A beer between him and duty
Chatting to a dark haired beauty
Out of his true loves sight and hearing
Spent all his money and took a job shearing
Hard work it was but he did his best
Collected his wage and renewed his quest
Jobs he took when he could
Milking cows and chopping wood
All the time he was aware
Of his loves green eyes and red hair
And though it had been awhile
He thought he could remember her smile
Our pilgrim walked the road though weary he might be
Overland and on to the wide blue sea
Where he spent at least a month fishing
All the time fervently wishing
He could remember just one thing
His true loves first name
And when he reached the holy shrine
He knew it was surely time
Turned his feet in the direction of home did he
And left behind his Saints and the MCG
For to get home took near a year
First was the massage and a rub
And every corner seemed to have a pub
Took a job droving goannas
From Geelong to Roseanna
Jobs he had from woe to go
And one took him to Bendigo
He arrived in a flash Volvo wagon
Then did a stint as legs for a dragon
All the while he did try
To return to his love in Gundagai
Finally one day his weary feet
Turned down his true loves street
And his heart was wont to soar
He gently knocked upon her door
His true love looked him up and down
Upon her face was a surly frown
Finally she uttered those fateful words `Jesus'
`Two bloody years and you still forgot the pizzas'
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