Girralong

 This was entered in Your town your song competition but was not successful.


GIRRALONG

Up in the hills west of Bowraville

is a place called Girralong

It's not a town or village but a Hamlet

That has a Billabong

Lawrie lives up there with his dog,

his parrot and a sheep

And he listens to the radio all day

up until he goes to sleep

He rings up Fiona to report district gossip

From his neighbors chook yard

Shes our local breakfast announcer

and begins the day with a giggle and laugh


Filled with pot holes and roadkill

and a farmer selling cow done

Girralong is worth a look

Girralong is number one


Girralong might only be small

With not a shop to buy stuff like ham

And The place may one day vanish

If they go ahead and build this dam

The chooks are getting restless

A rumour's spreading they are forming a union

With the sheep they'll stand united

So they'll never fall in my opinion

Harldly anybody lives in Girralong

and in winter they tell me it's cold

I thought about doing some diggin' there

But I think I'd be lucky to find fools gold


Filled with pot holes and roadkill

and a farmer selling cow done

Girralong is worth a look

Girralong is number one



Beswick 6/09/2010


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