Tony

He must be over eighty his hair is silver gray And the future's all that matter that's what old Tony say His wife a bush Australian and his children Aussies too And he's lived for more than fifty years in Land of Kangaroo. He seldom talks of England or of his younger years And for his native Yorkshire he doesn't shed any tears He now feels he's Australian but some Yorkshire in him stay That accent he brought with him refuse to go away. That he was born an Englishman he never does deny And that accent he brought with him is with him till he die And he does not wish for marble stone inscribed to his memory But his ashes in Jam Jerrup spread on mud flats by the sea. He found heart ease in Jam Jerrup he love the peace and quiet To walk the mudflats with his dog in the morning sunlight And walk home with an appetite have breakfast with his wife Contented in his twilight years and happy in his life. He's lived in Land of Kangaroo for more than fifty years And for his native Yorkshire he doesn't shed any tears I feel so much Australian that's what old Tony say But the accent that he brought with him is still a give away.