Menindee Songtext
von Neil Murray
Menindee Songtext
Oh yakai yakai yakai yakai yakai
Oh worry worry worry worry me
Last drinks boys at Menindee
In the year of eighteen sixty
After eleven drunken weeks
It′s time to take your leave
Be first to cross the country to the Gulf
So drink your drinks and drink 'em slow
′Cause soon you'll all be gone
As part of a team of a great exploring dream
Let's hope your leaders will know where to go
Oh Mr Burke, do I really have to go?
You see I′ve got this awful feeling in my bones
I′m afraid that I won't see my home again
And I dreamt the dingoes were tearing off my clothes
Oh yakai yakai yakai yakai yakai
Oh worry worry worry worry me
I′d much rather stay in the shade at Menindee
Where the old Darling River flows
I'll give this much to Burke, he was a man of nerve
But he couldn′t pick a bushman from a cove
To give spell binder Wright a job just on sight
Was asking for trouble from the word go
So it's away, away we go
Away up north out in the great unknown
Well whose idea was it to walk across the country?
I say ′leave the bloody country to the crows'
Oh yakai yakai yakai yakai yakai
Oh worry worry worry worry me
I'd much rather stay in the shade at Menindee
Where the old Darling River flows
Oh in the shade of the pub at Menindee
Where the beer is cold, cold, cold
After four months of toil and trouble
From the Gulf to the Cooper we return
Only to find they′d left nine hours before
And not a soul to help us in our bind
Oh Mr Burke, where did all the blackfella′s go?
Mr Burke, how we gonna make it on our own?
I'd give everything on this day to be four hundred miles away
With a cold beer sloshing in my mouth
Oh yakai yakai yakai yakai yakai
Oh worry worry worry worry me
I′d much rather stay in the shade at Menindee
Where the old Darling River flows
Oh in the shade of the pub at Menindee
Where the beer is cold, cold, cold
Oh in the shade of the pub at Menindee
Where the old Darling River flows
Oh worry worry worry worry me
Last drinks boys at Menindee
In the year of eighteen sixty
After eleven drunken weeks
It′s time to take your leave
Be first to cross the country to the Gulf
So drink your drinks and drink 'em slow
′Cause soon you'll all be gone
As part of a team of a great exploring dream
Let's hope your leaders will know where to go
Oh Mr Burke, do I really have to go?
You see I′ve got this awful feeling in my bones
I′m afraid that I won't see my home again
And I dreamt the dingoes were tearing off my clothes
Oh yakai yakai yakai yakai yakai
Oh worry worry worry worry me
I′d much rather stay in the shade at Menindee
Where the old Darling River flows
I'll give this much to Burke, he was a man of nerve
But he couldn′t pick a bushman from a cove
To give spell binder Wright a job just on sight
Was asking for trouble from the word go
So it's away, away we go
Away up north out in the great unknown
Well whose idea was it to walk across the country?
I say ′leave the bloody country to the crows'
Oh yakai yakai yakai yakai yakai
Oh worry worry worry worry me
I'd much rather stay in the shade at Menindee
Where the old Darling River flows
Oh in the shade of the pub at Menindee
Where the beer is cold, cold, cold
After four months of toil and trouble
From the Gulf to the Cooper we return
Only to find they′d left nine hours before
And not a soul to help us in our bind
Oh Mr Burke, where did all the blackfella′s go?
Mr Burke, how we gonna make it on our own?
I'd give everything on this day to be four hundred miles away
With a cold beer sloshing in my mouth
Oh yakai yakai yakai yakai yakai
Oh worry worry worry worry me
I′d much rather stay in the shade at Menindee
Where the old Darling River flows
Oh in the shade of the pub at Menindee
Where the beer is cold, cold, cold
Oh in the shade of the pub at Menindee
Where the old Darling River flows
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