MY OLD BLACK BILLY
(lyrics – Edward Harrington Music Roy Jeffries)
I've humped my blue-y in all the states
With my old black bill-y the best of mates;
For years I've camped and tramped and toiled
Ov-er roads that are rough and hill-y;
with my high-ly sen-i-ble in-dis-pens-a-ble,
Old Black Bill-y
My old black bill-y, my old black bill-y;
whe-ther the wind is warm or chill-y,
I al-ways find when shad-ows fall,
My old black bill-y's the best mate of all!
I've carried my swag on the parched Paroo,
Where water is scarce and the houses few:
On many a track on the great outback,
Where the heat would drive you silly;
I've carried my sensible, indispensable,
Old Black billy.
When my tamping days are o'er.
And I drop my swag at the Golden Door,
Saint Peter will stare when he sees me there,
Then he'll say, "Poor wandering Willie,
Come in with your sensible, indispensable,
Old Black Billy."
found by John in Brisbane. midi to Alan of Oz and NWC file to DickG.