Once a jolly tourist
Paused at a roadside stop,
Up in the State of the great Bunya Tree.
Along came a turkey, red-headed native kind,
Cocky and bold, and jaunty and free.
Up jumped the tourist
And stuffed it in his tucker-bag
You’ll come a’waltzing matilda with me.
Back home in Can-berr-a
That tourist had worries now,
How it would go, on his bar-beeee?
Back into the ute he hopped,
Singing to his tucker-bag
You’ll come a’waltzing matilda with me.
Off drove the tourist
Through rows of hobby farms,
Seeking a home for that turk-eeee.
And out in alpaca-land
By a large wattle-stand,
Out of the bag came the re-leas-eeee.
And that bird may be heard if you drive by those hobby
farms,
Who’ll come a’waltzing matilda with me.
From: Philip
Veerman [
Sent: Friday, 20 January 2012
11:27 AM
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Subject: RE:
[canberrabirds] Brush Turkey
