The Jolly Swagman. A poem.

There was a jolly swagman camped by a billabong, under the shade of a coolibah tree. And he sang as he sat as he waited ’til his billy boiled “Who’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me?” The swagman was arrested and they charged him with vagrancy, the loggers chopped down the coolibah tree. And onceContinue reading “The Jolly Swagman. A poem.”

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