Australia

Aussie Jingle Bells

Aussie Jingle Bells - Australian Christmas Carol

Dashing through the bush,
in a rusty Holden Ute,
Kicking up the dust,
esky in the boot,
Kelpie by my side,

singing Christmas songs,
It’s Summer time and I am in
my singlet, shorts and thongs

Aussie Barbeque

Aussie Barbeque - Australian Christmas Carol

When the Summer sun is shining
On Australia’s happy land
Round countless fires and strange attire
You see many solemn bands
Of glum Australians watching

Their lunch go up in flames
By the smoke and smell, you can plainly tell
That it’s barby time again

Aussie 12 Days of Christmas

Aussie 12 Days of Christmas - Australian Christmas Carol

Version 1

 On the First day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
A koala in a gum tree!

  On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
2 cockatoos and a koala in a gum tree!

Ate too much for Christmas

Ate too much at Christmas - Australian Christmas Carol

I ate too much at Christmas
I ate too much at Christmas
I swore I wouldn’t do this
But I ate myself into this
And if I do get through this
I’ll never do it again

Have a Very Merry Aussie Christmas

Have a Very Merry Aussie Christmas - Australian Christmas Carol

Have a very merry Aussie Christmas
Christmas in the Sun
Playing cricket on the beach, have a boogie on your board
Its Summer just begun

Got the Barby out the back with the prawns and snags
Wave the blowies out the way
Hop on your scooter and ring that bell
Hooray its Christmas Day

Been there Before

Been there Before - A B Banjo Paterson - Australian Bush Poem

There came a stranger to Walgett town,
To Walgett town when the sun was low,
And he carried a thirst that was worth a crown,
Yet how to quench it he did not know;

Pioneers

Pioneers - Frank Hudson - Australian Bush Poem

They came of bold and roving stock that would not fix abide
They were the sons of field and flock since e’er they learnt to ride
We may not hope to see such men in these degenerate years
As those explorers of the bush – the brave old pioneers.

A Bush Christening

A Bush Christening - A B Banjo Paterson - Australian Bush Poem

On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few,
And men of religion are scanty,
On a road never cross’d ‘cept by folk that are lost,
One Michael Magee had a shanty.

Over the Range

Over the Range - A B Banjo Paterson - Australian Bush Poem

Little bush maiden, wondering-eyed,
Playing alone in the creek-bed dry,
In the small green flat on every side
Walled in by the Moonbi ranges high;

The Last Parade

The Last Parade - A B Banjo Paterson - Australian Bush Poem

With never a sound of trumpet,
With never a flag displayed,
The last of the old campaigners
Lined up for the last parade.