The Queenslander

The Queenslander

On the banks of the warm wet river of life
Stands a house that’s built taller than tide or flood
Destroyer and giver, the river, his wife

On the deck is a hammock, beside it a knife
And he sleeps in his fishing boots, glossy with mud
On the banks of the warm wet river of life

His lover, a mermaid, plays an ivory fife,
But her shanties cause storm clouds to gather and scud
Destroyer and giver, the river, his wife

On guitar he plays harmonies, goading the strife
In time to the crackling thunder, its thud
On the banks of the warm wet river of life

But by dawn it is quiet, the riverbed rife
With flatheads and mud crabs and lilies in bud
Destroyer and giver, the river, his wife

He’ll put on his overalls, sharpen his knife
Colour the water with fish guts and blood
On the banks of the warm wet river of life
Destroyer and giver, the river, his wife.

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