Thanks, R-J.

THE MAN WITH THE CONCERTINA
{Stewart/Rummery/Kevans

Once more I'm away on the bridle track and through the mountains steering
With a horse to ride and one to pack, I'm jogging down to shearing
At night I pick the driest camp and build a three-log fire
And when a man is on the tramp what more could he desire

I eat my tucker and drink my tea, perhaps with a piece of damper
Then lie for a while upon my back and watch the possums scamper
I light my pipe and puff a cloud, you'd think it was a steamer
Then 'Finnegan's Wake' I finger out upon the concertina

There's a place I long to be, it's on the old Monaro
For ryebuck sport and company, you'd have no need to care O
For the boys all get together there and we all toss in a deeper
And we'll buy some grog and have some tunes upon the concertina

Now, my boys, my song is done I find my throat wants clearing
I've told you how to have some fun going down the river shearing
You'll hear of me I have no doubt all through the Riverina
You're sure to hear them talk about the man with the concertina

This song is the title track of Bob Rummery's 'The man with the concertina' CD.

Bob noted:

A poem by Robert Stewart who travelled from the Illawarra to the Riverina for the shearing season. The third verse was sung, and written by, the late Jacko Kevans and the late 1960s Canberra band The Monaro Boys. The tune after verse 3 is 'Cosgroves Schttische'.

The Chloe and Jason Roweth tribute to Bob Rummery, mentioned above by Sandra, is now on Youtube - beaut stuff.

Roweths on Rummery

--Stewie.