DROVER (RAINBIRD IN THE TEA-TREE)
(Peter Cape)

When the rainbird sings in the tea-tree
And there's cloud on the hills at the back
Look out your window and you'll see me
Riding down the track

I'll be droving a mob of black-polls
And me dogs'll be footsore and done
But I'll sing out as I go past your window
To show you, you're the one

It's a long drove out from the Puhoi
By Woodcocks and Kaipara Flat
And I'm sick of me oilskins and gumboots
And the rain belting down on my hat

Got a stock whip over my shoulder
And a plain golden ring in my pack
So perhaps when I get to your window
I'll be pulling in off the track

Lyrics as printed in 'An Ordinary Joker: the life & songs of Peter Cape'.

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--Stewie.