Tonart: B major•
Verse 1
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B
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He sits and he dreams,
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where his campfire gleams,
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E
An old man of tribal renown.
So sad and alone
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in his true native home
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E
A king without subjects or crown
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but the scars on his breast
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Tell stories so brave without doubt
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Now he's fighting his oar,
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and he waits for the call
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To go on that last walk about
The skill of the chase,
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once the pride of his race
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E
Now fading from memory fast
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Like the wild kangaroo and stately emu,
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E
Too soon will be things of the past.
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There's a tale yet untold,
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A tale far too long to describe.
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with weapons in hand,
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E
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once slaughtered the pick of his tribe.
So he gathered more braves
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from coastlands and caves
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And trailed them through
And fell, are told,
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like a wolf on the fold,
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E
And humbled the pride of his foe.
A
But the brave he once led
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are scattered and dead,
They've melted away like the dew.
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And his waddy and shield
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were left on the field
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The day his last battle was through
His Louvre's asleep,
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where the supple jacks creep
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All the limbs of the Banksy a tree
And her funeral dirge
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was the sad endless surge
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Of the waves of the cold restless sea
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Then disturb not his dreams
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of bushlands and streams,
B
And deeds in the chase and the prey,
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F#
Ere an alien race, without pity or grace,
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A
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Had trampled the pride of Canae. you
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