The Ten Tenors

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Australian Medley
Track No. 11
Down Under
We come from a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder
You better run, you better take cover

Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six foot four and full of muscles
I said: Do you speak-a my language
He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich

And he said: I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder
You better run, you better take cover

We come from a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder
You better run, you better take cover

Tie Me Kangaroo Down
Tie me kangaroo down sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Tie me kangaroo down sport
Tie me kangaroo down

Mind me Platapus duck, Bill
Mind me Platapus duck
Don’t let him go running a muck, Bill
Just mind me Platapus duck, all together now

Tie me kangaroo down sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Tie me kangaroo down sport
Tie me kangaroo down

Play me digeridoo blue
Play me digeridoo
Keep playing till I shoot through, blue
Play me digeridoo, all together now

Tie me kangaroo down sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Tie me kangaroo down sport
Tie me kangaroo down

Tan me hide when I’m dead, Fred
Tan me hide when I’m dead
So we tanned his hide when he died, Clyde
And that’s it hanging on the shed! All together now

Tie me kangaroo down sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Tie me kangaroo down sport
Tie me kangaroo, tie me kangaroo, tie me kangaroo down

True Blue
Hey true blue, don’t say your gone
Say you’ve knocked off for a smoko
And you’ll be back later on, hey true blue

True Blue, is it me and you
Is it mum and dad? Or a cockatoo
Is it standing by your mate when he’s in a fight
Or just vegemite
True blue, true blue

Pub With No Beer
It’s a lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingo’s call
There’s nothing so lonesome, so morbid or drear
Than to stand in a bar of a pub with no beer

Well the publican’s anxious for the quota to come
There’s a far away look on the face of the bum
The maid’s gone all cranky and cook’s acting queer
What a terrible place is the pub with no beer

There’s a dog on the veranda, for this master he waits
But the boss is inside, drinking wine with his mates
He hurrys for cover, and he cringes in fear
It’s no place for a dog, round a pub with no beer

It’s a lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingo’s call
There’s nothing so lonesome, so morbid or drear
Than to stand in a bar of a pub with no beer

Waltzing Matilda
Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong
Under the shade of a coolabah tree
And he sang as he watched
And waited till his billy boiled
You’ll come a Waltzing Matilda with me

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
You’ll come a Waltzing Matilda with me
And he sang as he watched
And waited till his billy boiled
You’ll come a Waltzing Matilda with me

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
You’ll come a Waltzing Matilda with me
And he sang as he watched
And waited till his billy boiled
You’ll come a Waltzing Matilda with me
With me
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