The Rambleer from Rough Sawn by Dave Johnson Bush Muso

The Rambleer

The earth rolls on through empty space, its journey's never done,
It's entered for a starry race throughout the Kingdom Come.
And, as I am a bit of earth, I follow it because –
And prove I am a rolling stone that never gathers moss.

Chorus:
For I'm a ramble-eer, a rollicking ramble-eer.
I'm a roving rake of poverty and a son of a gun for beer.

I've done a bit of fossicking for tucker and for gold;
I've been a menial rouseabout and a rollocking shearer bold.
I've shanked across the Old Man Plain after busting up a cheque,
And whipped the cat once more again, though I haven't met it yet.

I've done a bit of droving of cattle and of sheep,
I've done a bit of moving with Matilda for a mate
Of fencing I have done my share wool scouring on the green;
Axeman, navvy - Old Nick can bear me out in what I haven't been.

I've worked the treadmill thresher, the scythe and reaping hook,
Been wood and water fetcher for Mary Jane the cook:
I've done a few cronk things too, when I have struck a town,
There's few things I wouldn't do - but I never did lambing-down.

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