Bloody Good Drinkers
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Oh, they `ve got some bloody good drinkers
In the Northern Territory
From Darwin down to Alice Springs
They`ve always on a spree
From out on the Barkly Tablelands
And across to the VRD
In the Northern Territory
Oh the drinkers of the Territory
Are black and brown and white
But no matter what your colour is
You get into it every night
So grab yourself a stubby
And sing along with me
About those bloody good drinkers
In the Northern Territory
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Jack Mackay used to measure the bogs
On the road to Mainoru
By the number of bottles of O.P. Rum
It`d take him to drink his way through
His best was a twenty seven bottler
In a wet when you`d bog a duck,
But it didn`t worry Jack on the Mainoru track
He kept bellowin`out:"Good luck".
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I went to visit a mate of mine
On a run called "Wallaby Bill`s"
It was a Mount Wedge, which is right on the edge
Of the spinifex and sandhills
I produced a bottle of rum
And I asked if I could stay
Bill said: "Oh mate, let`s shut the gate
And we`ll throw the blood cork away."
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Desert Joe from Mongrel Downs
Is normally a pretty quiet bloke
But on the day he named that station
He wasn`t inclined to joke
Joe said: "I`d been months in the stock camp
Waitin' for the carrier to come
But when the stupid bloody mongrel came
He`d forgotten to bring the rum".
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Out north-west from the Alice
They can all hold down their rum
And whenever they have a "Smoky Joe"
The whole bang mob will come
In the bush you make your own fun
Come dust or rain or thunder
And the big highlight of many a night
Is to measure the longest chunder.
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Roger Jose lived terrible close
To a place they call The Loo
He lived in an upturned rain water tank
And he played the didgeridoo
Roger liked to drink bush champagne
'Twas he who coined that title
To a bloody good slug of metho
And a spoonful of Sal Vital.
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