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By the Banks of the Reedy Lagoon 
By the Banks of the Reedy Lagoon 
The sweet scented wattle sheds perfume around Delighting the bird and the bee While I lie and take rest in my fern covered nest In the shad of the currajong tree High up in the air I can hear the refrain Of a butcherbird piping his tune For the spring in her glory has come back again To the banks of the reedy lagoon 
I've carried me bluey for many a mile Me boot are worn out at the toes And I'm dressing this season in different style Than what I did wear last year, God knows My cooking utensils, I'm sorry to say Consist of a knife and a spoon And I've dry bread and tea in a battered Jack Shay By the banks of the reedy lagoon Oh where is young Frankie and how he could ride And Johnnie the light-hearted boy? They tell me that lately he's taken a bride A benedict's life to enjoy And Mac, the big Scotsman, I once heard him say He'd wrestled the famous Muldoon But they're all gone away and it's lonely today By the banks of the reedy lagoon 
And where is the lady I often caressed The girl with the sad dreamy eyes? She pillows her head on another man's breast He tells her the very same lies My bed she would hardly be willing to share Where I camp by the light of the moon But it's little I care, for I'd never keep square By the banks of the reedy lagoon 
sung by Gordon Bok and Martyn Wyndom-Read SOF