The bush has many secrets however they can usually be discovered, or a variation of them, over a few drinks in a local pub.
The new chum leaned against the bar
And tapped his boot and tipped his beer,
Then, looking round, remarked: “Er – ar –
One thing you chaps don’t have out here!
You’ve churches, chapels, pubs and halls –
Er – er – and such and so-and-so;
But you’ve no ivied abbey-walls,
No ancient ruins, don-cher-know!”
Then Jack the Shearer left the bar
(It might have been to dodge his shout!) –
They filled ‘em up with Dick’s three-star,
And scarcely noticed him go out.
He came back, lugging by the hair
Old Ned the Cook, all rags and beers –
“Er- er!” the joker said. “Er – air –
“We’ve got one ancient ruin here!”