The Australian Swagman

The Australian Swagman Justin was a Swagman Not by chance but circumstance A product of his time He carried his life upon his back And never asked for more Than a chance to earn a meal or two In payment for a chore He had no need for guidance For he knew the road ahead Just a nice quite Billabong And a place to rest his head The little fire was home With the billy on the boil As night fell on that Billabong He found the peace that he was seeking Now he’s gone down that long dusty road And we are poorer for the loss of such as he As another legend passes into obscurity