on their way
My one sad boomer is off to Margaret & I am including his slightly smaller brother. Maybe he can help hold the quilt label?
Margaret: ever since I wrote your address on the envelope, I have had a ridiculous song stuck in my head: here we are in New South Wales, shearing sheep as big as whales, something something something, & hides as tough as rusty nails”. I know this is crazy but I don’t suppose you now what the something line is? It’s making me crazy. NSW is New South Wales right? Do you even have this song there, or is this some weird hallucination on my part?
Will I ever find that perfect balance between not enough coffee & too much?
MB – here are enough words that you will forget them all!
Here we are in New South Wales Shearing sheep as big as whales With leather necks and jaggy tails And hides as tough as rusty nails
When shearing comes lay down your drums Step to the board you brand new chums With a ratum ratum rub a dub dub We’ll send you back on the lime juice tub
Here we are in New South Wales
Shearing sheep as big as whales With leather necks and jaggy tails And hides as tough as rusty nails
These brand new chums and chappie sons Fancy their the greatest guns Fancy they can shear the wool The beggars can only tear and pull
Here we are in New South Wales Shearing sheep as big as whales With leather necks and jaggy tails And hides as tough as rusty nails
Though we live beyond our means Our daughters wore no crinolines Nor are they bothered by boots or shoes But wild in the woods with the kangaroos
Here we are in New South Wales Shearing sheep as big as whales With leather necks and jaggy tails And hides as tough as rusty nails
Home its home I’d like to be Far from the woods and the back country Sixteen thousand miles I’ve come To spend my life as a shearing bum
Here we are in New South Wales Shearing sheep as big as whales With leather necks and jaggy tails And hides as tough as rusty nails
YAY! I will serenade my husband over dinner.