: can see the Southern Cross tonight While here below, bathed in it's light The Dreamtime land safe, snug and tight is sleeping Wrapped in complacency
: Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack. And I lived the free life of the rover. From the Murray Spring basin, To the dusty Outback, Well I waltzed
"And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda" - Eric Bogle Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack, and I lived the free life of a rover From the Murray
"Plastic Paddy" -Eric Bogle Hup! dee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee dah Hup! dee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee diddle-ee
"NOW I'M EASY" - Eric Bogle For nearly sixty years, I've been a Cockie Of droughts and fires and floods I've lived through plenty This country's dust
"MIRRORS" -Eric Bogle Children are born with trust in their eyes it's the first thing that we betray Children are born believing in magic it's the first
"SOMETHING OF VALUE" -Eric Bogle I can see the Southern Cross tonight While here below, bathed in it's light The Dreamtime land safe, snug and tight
"Welcome Home" -Eric Bogle Now when the boys came home, Annie cried and Annie cheered She'd been on her own for a long and lonely year Living for his
"Ibrahim" -Eric Bogle (Album: The Colour of Dreams) Hey Ibrahim, tell me what do you think of Australia? Do our beautiful desert sunsets fill you with
"Cornflower Blue" -Eric Bogle Cornflower blue, bloomin' in the mornin' sun Tiny flowers that grew, from when our love had just begun Long ago we planted
"Queensland Whalers" -Eric Bogle I've sailed the North Atlantic with ice flows in the breeze I've sailed the Dutch East Indies o'er the calm blue sunny
"The Sign" -Eric Bogle In the summer of last year, in a city* far from here That stands on the shores of the fair Pacific sea I walked it's pleasant
"WALTZING MATILDA WALTZ" - Eric Bogle Well, once jolly swagmen* went humping their swags and stuffed jolly jumbucks* down in their tucker bags These
Always Back To You -Eric Bogle Well they say the heart's a lonely hunter, always searching for a home That in every soul there is hunger, to find the
The Bogle Bo (or Bugaboo) When I was in my prenticeship and learning of my trade, I courted my master's daughter, which made my heart right glad. I courted
I Hate Wogs -Eric Bogle I'm a dicky-dye Australian guy and me name is Billy Schmidt. I love this sunburned country and I'm bloody proud of it And I love
sighin' and sobbin', Ilk ane lifts her leglin, and hies her away. At e'en in the gloamin', nae swankies are roamin', 'Bout stacks wi' the lasses at bogle
sing a song; hope the season won't be long, Then homeward bound when it's over; we'll leave this icy hold, But I always will remember that little iron stove. CHORUS ------------------------------------------------------------------ Words and music by Eric Bogle
