Swagman’s Rest

I am a swagman in this wavering wind

Its hard times driftin’ for a swaggy’s kin

We charge in this country a bill per head

And the fences are built round a traveller’s bed

So here I sit, with my dreams at best

By the campfire lighting up swagman’s rest

Yes I don’t mind working, neither care what I do

At the end of the day, I’m just a passing through

All I ever had was a good pair of shoes

And a decent amount of them stuck at home blues

An ode to write, lest we forget

And nobody’s seen camping at swagman’s rest

The days getting on, our time here too

I never much thought I’d have to sing such a tune

The old roads run under the street lamps in jest

At The smouldering ash down by swagman’s rest

Here I am reading banjo’s best

When I flicked upon the page titled ‘the swagman’s rest’

In knowing surprise, read it over twice through

Nodding my head for the bush poet knew

The richest mine runs from the ranges crest

 And that golden reef’s known as the swagman’s rest

I am a swagman in this wavering wind

Its hard times driftin’ for a swaggy’s kin

We charge in this country a bill per head

And the fences are built round a traveller’s bed

So here I sit, with my dreams at best

By the campfire lighting up swagman’s rest

Alternate verse

I am a swagman, my honey is too

And we tread upon this path, that our children may too

We met in the park where the crossroads have blessed

The campfires lighting up swagman’s rest

A Ballad / Poem I Wrote Years Ago Now. I Haven't as of Yet, But I Will do a Recording of this as 'a jolly Swagman' at my Youtube Channel you Can Check out.

Hope you Enjoyed

Thanks,

a Jolly Swagman