The Good Old Concertina
Twas merry when the hut was full Of jolly girls and fellows. We danced and sang until we burst The concertinas bellows. From distant Darling to the sea, From the Downs to Riverina, Has eer a gum in all the west Not heard the concertina? Twas peaceful round the campfire blaze, The long white branches oer us; Wed play the tunes of bygone days, To some good old bush chorus. Old Erins harp may sweeter be, The Scottish pipes blow keener; But sing an old bush song for me To the good old concertina. Twas cosy by the hut-fire bright When the pint pot passed between us; We drowned the voice of the stormy night With the good old concertinas. Though trouble drifts along the years, And the pangs of care grow keener, My heart is gladdened when it hears That good old concertina.
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