BY A FIRE OF GIDGEE COAL
(Stan Coster and Slim Dusty)

By a warm electric heater, in a softly padded chair,
In a lounge room brightly lighted by a glowing chandelier:
Since my early days of drovin' the years have taken toll,
But I somehow miss my swag-wrap by a fire of gidgee coal

When I wake from sleep each morning and I ring the bedside bell,
The maid brings in my breakfast and she fills my pipe as well;
There are cakes and sweetened coffee and a tray of sparkling gold,
But I miss black tea and damper by a fire of gidgee coal.

I am driven out each evening by a chauffeur spruce and neat,
Through the flowered parks and gardens and the crowded city streets;
But I drift back through the ages, while the big car softly rolls,
To a stock route and a wagonette and a fire of gidgee coal.

I attend all social parties in the rich parts of the town,
Dinking wine from fancy glasses as the waiters go their rounds;
But I'd rather share a bottle with those drovin' mates of old;
In a pair of dusty moleskins, by a fire of gidgee coal.

…in a pair of dusty moleskins, by a fire of gidgee coal.

from a gif sent by John in Brisbane. midi to alan and NWC file to DickG.