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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