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Strap your backpack on your back
And come travelling with me
Come with me to Europe
There’s oh so much to see!
Let’s go to the Eiffel Tower,
And travel the south of France,
Let’s go to a pub in London,
Where we’ll drink and sing and dance!
Let’s walk the Cinque Terre,
And gaze over the ocean blue,
Let’s party it up in Amsterdam
There’s oh so much to do!
We’ll explore the ports in Denmark,
Drink Sangria all through Spain,
We’ll see Croatia in the summer,
And escape Melbourne’s winter rain.
We’ll meet the strangest people,
And through the best times and the
worst,
There’ll be times when you are
wondering,
If you’re blessed or if you’re
cursed!
So drop what you’re doing,
For this is the perfect time,
To join me on this journey,
And come travelling in rhyme!
If you want to raise your glass
With a carefree Aussie lout,
Then head to Shepherds Bush
And go to the ‘Walkabout’.
I recommend the weekend,
Sundays are the go,
To rock and roll, let down your
hair,
And let the good times flow.
But I must warn you readers,
To brace yourself for strife,
For this is one of the roughest
pubs,
I have been to in my life!
Standing shoulder to shoulder,
All jammed in as one,
Sweating like a pig on heat,
But somehow having fun!
Sipping on a Fosters,
Or sampling a Snake Bite,
Watching others drenched in beer,
It makes for a wonderful sight!
Dancing on the tables,
Things are never quiet,
As the locals clap, dance and
sing,
‘I predict a riot.’
They all have work the next day,
But nobody even cares,
They are self appointed Aussie
louts,
And carefree Kiwi lairs.
So, if you’re game enough on
Sundays
To watch the good times grow,
Then head to Shepherds Bush,
The Walkabout’s the go!
I met a woman the other day,
I’m told her name is Sue.
She had that look of worldly
grace,
That glows when you are blue.
When telling her of my ups and
downs,
She knew just what to do,
For she has ventured far and
wide,
And now she’s travelling too.
I told her that I’d lost my bag,
And felt homesick long ago,
She told me to go and have a
drink,
And let the good times flow.
What wonderfully simple words to
hear,
To have this woman say,
To keep my head held high and
proud,
And to live for the day.
When we finished our drink I
thanked her,
And bought her ‘one before we
go’,
Then we toasted to ‘living for
today’,
And to ‘going with the flow’.
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