“The Tent Poles are Rotten”
Description
"The tent poles are rotten, and the campfires dead And the possums they ramble in the trees overhead. I'm out on the wallaby, I'm humping my drum..." The singer describes the pleasures and virtues of a wanderer's life
References
- Fahey-Eureka, pp. 188-189, "The Tent Poles are Rotten" (1 text, 1 tune)
- BI, FaE188