Around the Boree Log-Barry Ryan

[ti:Around the Boree Log] [ar:Barry Ryan] [al:Orchestral Songs of Australia] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Around the Boree Log - Barry Ryan [00:19.54]Oh stick me in the old caboose this night of wind and rain [00:23.57]And let the doves of fancy loose to bill and coo again [00:27.66]I want to feel the pulse of love that warmed the blood like wine [00:31.65]I want to see the smile above this kind old land of mine [00:35.46] [00:39.56]So come you by your parted ways that wind the wide world through [00:43.87]And make a ring around the blaze the way we used to do [00:47.70]The fountain on the sooted crane will sing the old old song [00:51.74]Of common joys in homely vein forgotten ah too long [00:55.92]The years have turned the rusted key and time is on the jog [00:59.89]Yet spend another night with me around the boree log [01:04.03] [01:15.70]Now someone driving through the rain will happen in I bet [01:19.64]So fill the fountain up again and leave the table set [01:23.70]For this was ours with pride to say and all the world defy [01:27.71]No stranger ever turned away no neighbour passed us by [01:31.86] [01:35.72]Bedad he'll have to stay the night; the rain is going to pour [01:39.88]So make the rattling windows tight and close the kitchen door [01:43.95]And bring the old lopsided chair the tattered cushion too [01:47.88]We'll make the stranger happy there the way we used to do [01:51.96]The years have turned the rusted key and time is on the jog [01:55.92]Yet spend another night with me around the boree log [02:00.11] [02:08.34]He'll fill his pipe and good and well and all aglow within [02:14.05] [02:14.93]We'll hear the news he has to tell the yarns he has to spin [02:21.66] [02:22.45]Yarns-yes and super-yarns forsooth to set the eyes agog [02:29.60] [02:30.57]And freeze the blood of trusting youth around the boree log [02:39.45] [02:43.99]Then stir it up and make it burn; the poker's next to you [02:48.09]Come let us poke it all in turn the way we used to do [02:52.11]There's many a memory bright and fair will tingle at a name [02:56.34]But leave unstirred the embers there we cannot fan to flame [03:02.46] [03:03.26]For years have turned the rusted key and time is on the jog [03:09.99]Still spend this fleeting night with me around the boree log