Gordon Bok - Banks of the reedy lagoon

^GThe sweet scented wattle sheds perfume around Delighting the bird and the ^D7bee As I ^Glie and take rest in me fern covered nest In the ^Ashade of the currajong ^Dtree^{G D}

High ^Gup in the air I can hear the refrain Of a butcherbird piping his ^D7tune For the ^Gspring in her glory has come back again To the ^D7banks of the Reedy La^Ggoon ^{D D7 G}

^GI've carried me bluey for many a mile Me boots are worn out at the ^D7toes And I'm ^Gdressing this season in different style From ^Awhat I did last year, god ^Dknows^{G D}

Me ^Gcooking utensils, I'm sorry to say Consist of a knife and a ^D7spoon And I've ^Gdry bread and tea in a battered Jack Shay By the ^D7banks of the Reedy La^Ggoon ^{D D7 G}

^GOh, where is young Frankie, how he could ride And Johnnie the light-hearted ^D7boy? They ^Gtell me that lately he's taken a bride A ^Abenedict's life to en^Djoy^{G D}

And ^GMac, the big Scotsman, I once heard him say He'd wrestled the famous Mul^D7doon But they're ^Gall gone away and it's lonely today By the ^D7banks of the Reedy La^Ggoon ^{D D7 G}

^GAnd where is the lady I often caressed The girl with the sad dreamy ^D7eyes? She ^Gpillows her head on another man's breast He ^Atells her the very same ^Dlies ^{G D}

My ^Gbed she would hardly be willing to share Where I camp by the light of the ^D7moon But it's ^Glittle I care, for I'd never keep square By the ^D7banks of the Reedy La^Ggoon ^{D D7 G}

High ^Gup in the air I can hear the refrain Of a butcherbird piping his ^D7tune For the ^Gspring in her glory has come back again To the ^D7banks of the Reedy La^Ggoon ^{D D7 G}