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I’m Australian Too

Not only for little kids…

By Mem Fox, Illustrated by Ronojoy Ghosh
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Celebrating Australia’s incredible multicultural heritage.

I’m Australian! How about you? Many people from many places have come across the seas, to make Australia their home. How Australian is that?

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February 28, 2017 at 5:25 am Leave a comment

A world of illustration

Celebrating illustrated children’s books from around the world
Romanian
Australian
Disability
Iranian
British
Mexican_illustration

August 3, 2016 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Spell Woolloomooloo

That’s the Way to Spell Woolloomooloo

W double O, double L, double O,
M double O, LO, O.

Upon my word ’tis true
That’s the way to spell Woolloomooloo.
Now I bet a dollar
There isn’t a scholar
Can spell that right first go:

W double O, double L, double O,
M double O, LO, O.

August 20, 2014 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

With My Swag Upon My Shoulder

Lyrics

When first I left Old England’s shore
Such yarns as we were told
As how folks in Australia
Could pick up lumps of gold
So, when we got to Melbourne town
We were ready soon to slip
And get even with the captain
All hands scuttled from the ship

cho: With my swag all on my shoulder
Black billy in my hand
I travelled the bush of Australia
Like a true-born native man

We steered our course for Geelong town
Then north west to Ballarat
Where some of us got mighty thin
And some got sleek and fat
Some tried their luck at Bendigo
And some at Fiery Creek
I made a fortune in a day
And spent it in a week

For many years I wandered round
As each new rush broke out
And always had of gold a pound
Till alluvial petered out
‘Twas then we took the bush to cruise
Glad to get a bite to eat
The squatters treated us so well
We made a regular beat

So round the lighthouse now I tramp
Nor leave it out of sight
I take it on my left shoulder
And then upon my right
And then I take it on my back
And oft upon it lie
It is the best of tucker tracks
So I’ll stay here till I die

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August 19, 2014 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Waltzing Matilda

Lyrics

Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong
Under the shade of a coolibah tree,
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled:
“Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me?”

Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled:
“You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me.”

Down came a jumbuck to drink at that billabong.
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee.
And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tucker bag:
“You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me.”

Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
“You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me”,
And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tucker bag:
“You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me.”

Up rode the squatter, mounted on his thoroughbred.
Down came the troopers, one, two, and three.
“Whose is that jumbuck you’ve got in your tucker bag?
You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me.”

Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
“You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me”,
“Whose is that jumbuck you’ve got in your tucker bag?
You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me.”

Up jumped the swagman and sprang into the billabong.
“You’ll never take me alive!” said he
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong:
“Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me?”

Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
“You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me”,
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong:
“Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me?”

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August 18, 2014 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

The Possum

By Maybanke Anderson
From the Australian Songs For Australian Children

Little ‘poss, pretty ‘poss, much I want to know,
When the weather’s wet and cold, where do ‘possums go?
Hey, ‘possum’ ho, ‘possum, tell me, tell me true,
When the pleasant summer’s gone, what do ‘possums do?

I’ve a nest, little girl, in a hollow tree,
And I wear a winter coat, snug as snug can be.
Warm there, dry there, sleeping safe and sound,
I put my nose between my toes and curl my tail around.

Little ‘poss, pretty ‘poss, I should like to see
What you have for dinner when you’re living in a tree.
Hey, ‘possum; ho, possum, tell me what you eat,
Shall I give you bread and jam, or would you like some meat?

Little boy, little boy, if I say with you,
I must have green leaves to eat, and bread and biscuit too.
Green leaves, gum leaves, they’re the food for me;
But I’d rather scamper off and eat them from the tree.

Little ‘poss, pretty ‘poss, though the trees are tall,
You can jump from limb to limb and never, never fall.
Hey ‘possum; ho, ‘possum, tell me, tell me true,
When the branches sway about, what do ‘possums do?

Little boy, see my claws, they’re sharp and strong;
I can stick them in the bark as I run along.
Fine claws, good claws, and if they should fail,
I can spring from bough to bough and hold on by my tail.

August 16, 2014 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

The Brolga’s Laugh

Audio: .mp3
Australian Brolga
Lyrics

The brolga laughs and the brolga shouts,
The brolga’s there when there’s rain about;
If it’s going to rain he’s sure to know,
And then he’ll laugh ‘Oh! oh! oh! oh!’

He laughs all night, and he laughs all day,
If it’s going to rain he’ll laugh and play;
If he laughs in the night it’s sure to rain,
And then he’ll dance and laugh again.

He mounts right up above the trees
And looks across for the north-east breeze;
He sees the clouds coming afar,
And then he laughs ‘Ah! ah! ah! ah!’

He curves his neck and spreads his wings,
For the brolga does some funny things;
If it rains all night he’ll laugh with glee,
Saying, ‘Now there’s water enough for me!’

The frog may croak and the duck may swim,
But the brolga’s laugh’s enough for him.
Men with guns and little to do
Will shoot the brolga through and through.

If they’d but work and pay their way
The brolga still could laugh and play.
He saw the bars that crossed the moon,
And thought ‘Not now, but very soon.’

‘The Brisbane man will have to swim,’
And the brolga’s laugh’s a hint for him.
They make their nest without a straw,
And lay one egg, for I’ve seen no more.

They’ll hatch their young in the pouring rain,
And then they’ll laugh and laugh again.
If a drought comes on, which it’s sure to do,
The swamps all dry and herbage too.

They’ll mount right up and away will soar,
And the brolga’s laugh we’ll hear no more
Till the rain return with its pattering glee,
Then the brolga’s laugh will bring joy to me.

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August 15, 2014 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

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