Slim Dusty - The Frog lyrics

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Now I've listened to tales that the oldsters told from Bourke to Camooweal

And on dusty tracks in the southern states from Orbost to Warracknabeal

Some were grave and some were gay and some with humour too

And each of the tellers always swore that the tale that he told was true

Old Paddy the Dancer a swagman of note who followed the Bidgee run

Found himself on the tucker track and most of his food was done

So he pondered awhile and thought at last as far as he could see

That hed have to catch himself a cod to cook on the coals for tea

So he rigged a line from binder twine that hed scrounged from a farmers hay

And then fashioned a hook from a rusty nail that got stuck in his foot that day

Well he looked with pride on his fishing gear and to try he could hardly wait

Then he saw at last as anglers do you must cover your hook with bait

He remembered a tale that someone told in the dim and distant past

That frogs were the things that the anglers used for the fish to break their fasts

But frogs were as scarce as teeth on hens or that's what he said to me

But he searched around till he found a frog at the foot of a light wood tree

Well he stalked that frog on hands and knees like big game hunters do

But a black snake coming the other way had the same idea in view

But both of them grabbed together but the snake was a fraction fast

It swallowed the frog but found itself held in the swagmans grasp

Well he fished from his pocket a flask he had of very potent grog

And said with a sigh it must be done I want that flamin frog

Well he squeezed that wriggling reptiles neck til its jaws were opened wide

Then with tears in eyes he poured the lot into the snakes insides

Well it gave a gurgle and then a gulp and then quite a twist or two

And there was that old frog in the light of day almost as good as new

Well he grabbed that frog and hurried away to bait up his rusty hook

And then lay back on the grassy bank by the side of that peaceful brook

Then he felt a tap on his shoulderblade and turned with eyes agog!!

And there was that snake all bleary eyed in its mouth was another frog

Well that was the tale that was told to me at a camp on the reedy flat

Maybe it's true or maybe not you'd best be the judge of that

But what I can hardly believe is, is the way that he liked the grog

He would give it away to a worthless snake for the sake of a useless frog

[From the LP Essentially Australian May, 1967

Barcoo Bill]