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On the Banks of the Reedy Lagoon

from An Ownerless Corner of Earth by Francy Devine

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(Connors, arr Byrne, Devine & L. Werner)

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The sweet scented wattle sheds its perfume around,
Enticing the bird and the bee;
I lie at me rest in me fern-covered nest
Neath the shade of a Kurrajong tree;
And high overhead I can hear a sweet strain –
'Tis the butcher-bird piping his tune,
As Spring, in her glory, has come back again
To the banks of the Reedy Lagoon.

l have carried me bluey for many’s the mile,
Me boots are worn out at the toes;
I'm dressing, this season, in different style,
To what I did last year, God knows!
My cooking utensils, I am sorry to say,
Are lacking a fork and a spoon.
I've dry bread and tea, in a battered jack-shay
On the banks of the Reedy Lagoon.

Oh, where is young Frankie, oh how he could ride!
And Johnny, the kind-hearted boy;
Old Jim, they say lately has taken a bride
A benedict's life to enjoy.
And Big Jock, the Scotsman; I once heard 'em say,
He wrestled the famous Muldoon:
They're all far away, and I'm lonely today
On the bank of the Reedy Lagoon.

I think of Bob Billy and Willie the brave,
Together we oft sang a song;
They're wrapped in the slumbers that comes with the grave
Down there neath the shades of Toowong.
That dark road I'll travel, be it sooner or late,
Let death be tardy or soon,
My probable fate I'll not contemplate
On the bank of the Reedy Lagoon.

Oh, where is the lady I oft times caressed—
The girl with the sad dreamy eye;
She nestle her head on another man's breast,
Who tells her the very same lies
My bed she would hardly be willing to share
Where I camp neath the light of the moon
But it's little I care, for I couldn’t keep square
By the bank of the Reedy Lagoon.

The sweet scented wattle sheds its perfume around,
Enticing the bird and the bee;
I lie at me rest in me fern-covered nest
Neath the shade of a Kurrajong tree;
And high overhead I can hear a sweet strain –
'Tis the butcher-bird piping his tune,
As Spring, in her glory, has come back again
To the banks of the Reedy Lagoon.

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from An Ownerless Corner of Earth, released February 27, 2020
Louisa Werner, piano; Steve Byrne, guitar, harmonica & mandolin

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