Stir The Wallaby Stew

Poor Dad, he got five years in jail as everybody knows,

And now he lives in Maitland jail, broad arrows on his clothes,

He branded old Brown's cleanskins. and he never left a tail.

So I'll relate the family's fate since Dad got put in jail.

 

Chorus:

So stir the wallaby stew, make soup of the kangaroo's tail.

I tell you things are pretty crook since Dad got put in jail.

 

Our sheep all died a month ago, they all got flaming fluke,

Our cow was boozed last Christmas by my big brother, Luke;

I sold the buggy on me own - the place is up for sale,

That won't be all that's up the spout when Dad gets out of gaol.

 

Our Bess got shook upon some bloke, he's gone, we don't know where,

He used to act around the place, but he ain't acted square;

And mother's got a shearer cove forever on her tail -

The family will have grown a bit when Dad gets out of gaol.

 

They let him out before his time to give us a surprise;

He looked around at all of us, and gently blessed our eyes;

He shook hands with the shearer cove, and said that things looked stale,

Then he left him here to shepherd us, and headed back to gaol.