Of all the woods that I have used
When on the wallaby,
The one I think that's most abused
Is flamin' scrub ti-tree.
The blasted stuff won't keep alight,
I don't care what they say--
It nearly drives a swaggie mad.
To use it every day.
You hear some crack up brigal'ow,
Belah and wattle green,
But good old dinkum Iron Bark
Is the finest I have seen.
To boil the quart in record time
When weary for a sup
You can't beat staunch old Iron Bark :
To warm the billy up--
So here's your health, my trusty friend,
I'll drink in steaming tea--
A bagman's proved and honest pal.
Old Iron Bark you'll do me !
"Curro."
Notes
From the Sydney Newspaper Smith's Weekly 12 Dec 1931 p. 18. Top