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Loch Lomond, Queensland
Recorded 1973


Tom, a station worker, had been singing this popular song for over fifty years when he sent it to me.

The Drover’s Dream

One night when travelling sheep, my companions lay asleep,
There was not a star to illuminate the sky,
I was dreaming, I suppose, for my eyes were nearly closed,
When a very strange procession passed me by.

First there came a kangaroo, with his swag of blankets blue,
A dingo ran beside him for a mate;
They were travelling mighty fast, and they shouted as they passed,
“We’ll have to jog along, ifs getting late!”

The pelican and the crane, they came in from off the plain
To amuse the company with a Highland Fling;
The dear old bandicoot played a tune upon his flute,
And the native bears sat round them in a ring.

The drongo and the crow sang us songs of long ago,
While the frill-necked lizard listened with a smile,
And the emu standing near with his claw up to his ear
Said, “Funniest thing I’ve heard for quite a while!”

The frogs from out the swamp, where the atmosphere is damp,
Came bounding in and sat upon the stones;
They each unrolled their swags and produced from out their bags
The violin, the banjo and the bones.

The goanna and the snake, and the adder wide awake
With the alligator danced ‘The Soldier’s Joy”;
In the spreading silky oak the jackass cracked a joke,
And the magpie sang “The Wild Colonial Boy”.

Some brolga’s darted out from the tea-tree all about
And performed a set of Lancers very welt,
Then the parrot green and blue gave the orchestra its cue
To strike up “The Old Log Cabin in the Dell”.

I was dreaming, I suppose, of these entertaining shows,
But it never crossed my mind I was asleep,
Till the Boss beneath the cart woke me up with such a start,
Yelling, “Dreamy, where the hell are all the sheep?”

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