G'day agin Catherine,

Actually, a passing post-prandial ponder produced this:


"We cut down the trees and the land we reclaimed
We ploughed and we planted and
we ploughed once again
And again and again and again and again
So now on a hot windy day,
we watch our topsoil blown away.
So who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me,
The desert is marching down to the sea
The day that it stretches from shore to far shore
We'll go Waltzing Matilda no more."

Slim Dusty, Matilda No More, from 'Looking Forward Looking Back', 2000.

That comes from reducing the "Search" criteria until it starts to match entries. I'll pursue it ... tonight. The credit seems to suggest it is Slim's own words ... but it's dangerous accepting secondary references.

Regards,

Bob