Aussie Songs, beloved by all!

Aussie Jingle Bells
_{Colin Buchanan}

Dashing through the bush, in a rusty Holden ute,
kickin' up the dust, Eskey in the boot.
Kelpie by my side, singing Christmas songs,
it's summer time and I'm in my singlet shorts and thongs,

Chorus: Oh, Jingle bells, Jingle bells, Jingle all the way,
Christmas in Australia, on a scorching summers day,
Oi!, Jingle bells, Jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut'
Oh what fun it is to ride, in a rusty Holden ute.

Engine's getting hot, we dodge the kangaroos
Swaggie climbs aboard - he is welcome too,
All the family is there, sitting by the pool,
Christmas day the Aussie way by the Barbecue.
Jingle Bells....

Come the afternoon, Grandpa has a doze,
The kids and Uncle Bruce are swimming in their clothes,
The time comes 'round to go, we take a family snap,
We pack the car and all shoot through before the washing up!
Jingle Bells....

Home Among The Gumtrees
_{W. Johnson and B. Brown}

I've been around the world a dozen times, or maybe more,
I've seen the sights and had delights on every foreign shore,
But when my friends all ask me the place that I adore,
I tell them right a way.

Chorus: Give me a home among the gumtrees, with lots of plum trees,
A sheep or two, a kangaroo, a clothesline out the back,
Verandah out the front and an old rocking chair.

I'll be standing in the kitchen,
Cooking up a roast, with Vegemite on toast,
Just me and you, a cockatoo,
And after tea we'll settle down, beside the hitching post,
And watch the wombats play.

There's a Safeway on the corner,
And a Woolworths down the street,
And a New World's just been opened where they regulate the heat,
But I'd trade them all tomorrow for a simple bush retreat
where kookaburras sing.

Some people like their houses built, with fences all around,
Others live in mansions, or in bunkers underground,
But I won't be content,
Until the day that I have found
The place I long to be.

I Still Call Australia Home
_{Peter Allen}

I've been to cities that never close down,
from New York to Rio and old London town,
but no matter how far or how wide I roam
I still call Australia home.

I'm always trav'lin, I love being free,
And so I keep leaving the sun and the sea,
But my heart lies waiting over the foam
I still call Australia home.

All the sons and daughters, spinning 'round the world,
Away from their family and friends,
But as the world gets older and colder,
It's good to know where your journey ends.

But someday we'll all be together once more
when all of the ships came back to the shore,
I realise something I've always known
I still call Australia home.

But no matter how far or how wide I roam,
I still call Australia, I still call Australia,
I still call Australia Home.

Waltzing Matilda
_{Andrew Barton 'Banjo' Patterson (1864 - 1941)
Over time the original version, as written by 'Banjo' in 1895, has been altered.
Maybe, this more widely known modern version is easier to sing.}

Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong,
Under the shade of a coolibah tree.
And he sang as he watched and waited 'til his billy boiled,
You'll come a-waltzing matilda with me.

Chorus: Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda,
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.
And he sang as he watched and waited 'til his billy boiled,
You'll come a-waltzing matilda with me.

Down came a jumbuck to drink at the billabong,
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee.
And he sang as he stuffed that jumbuck in his tucker-bag,
You'll come a-waltzing matilda with me.

Up rode the squatter mounted on his thoroughbred,
Down came the troopers one, two, three.
"Where's that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker-bag?"
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.

Up jumped the swagman and sprang into the billabong,
"You'll never take me alive!" said he.
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by the billabong,
You'll come a-waltzing matilda with me.

I Am Australian
_{Bruce Woodley and Dobe Newton}

I came from the dream-time, from the dusty red soil plains,
I am the ancient heart the keeper of the flame,
I stood upon the rocky shore I watched the tall ships come,
For forty thousand years I'd been the first Australian.

I came upon the prison ship bound down by iron chains
I cleared the land, endured the lash and waited for the rains.
I'm a settler, I'm a farmer's wife on a dry and barren run
A convict then a free man, I became Australian.

I'm the daughter of a digger who sought the mother lode
The girl became a woman on the long and dusty road
I'm a child of the depression, I saw the good times come
I'm a bushy, I'm a battler, I am Australian.

Chorus: We are one but we are many,
and from all the lands on earth we come,
We share a dream, and sing with one voice,
I am, you are, we are Australian.

I'm a teller of stories, I'm a singer of songs
I am Albert Namatjira, and I paint the ghostly gums
I am Clancy on his horse, I'm Ned Kelly on the run
I'm the one who waltzed Matilda, I am Australian.

I'm the hot wind from the desert, I'm the black soil of the plains
I'm the mountains and the valleys, I'm the drought and flooding rains
I am the rock, I am the sky, the rivers when they run
The spirit of this great land, I am Australian.

Botany Bay

Farewell to old England for ever,
Farewell to my rum culls as well;
Farewell to the well-known Old Bailee,
Where I used for to cut such a swell.

Chorus: Singing too - ral li - ooral li - ad - dity
Singing too - ral li - ooral li - ay;
Singing too - ral li - ooral li - ad - dity
And we're bound for Botany Bay.

There's the Captain as is our Commander,
There's the bo'sun and all the ships crew,
There's the first and second-class passengers,
Knows what we poor convicts go through.

'Taint leavin' old England we cares about,
'Taint cos we mispels what we knows,
But becos all we light-fingered gentry
Hops around with a log on our toes.

For seven long years I'll be staying here,
For seven long years and a day,
For meeting a cove in an area
And taking his ticker away.

Oh, had I the wings of a turtle-dove!
I'd soar on my pinions so high,
Slap bang to the arms of my Polly love,
And in her sweet presence I'd die.

Now, all my young Dookies and Duchesses,
Take warning from what I've to say,
Mind all is your own as you touchesses,
Or you'll find us in Botany Bay.