Campbell The Swaggy

Under the lower branches of the tall trees just after sundown Campbell nods off to sleep in the park of the town The man who has lived rough and walked many a mile But he always seems happy and at life does smile He has walked the long roads of the brown countryside Campbell The Swaggy is known far and wide In Queensland, New South Wales, Victoria and South Australia music festivals he does attend A well traveled man who has made many a friend With long scraggly beard and long graying straggly hair And face wrinkled and dry from life in the open air One of the last of a dying breed of him one might say Not many like Campbell in the World of today A poet and a traveler one loved and widely known And at reciting bush poetry in a class of his own He sleeps on his swag under the open sky The gentle soul Campbell would not harm a fly.