Aboriginal Land Song

Aboriginal Land Song

The pale white man so tall and grand
has forgotten this tale to tell
how we sent him runnin' down Massacre Mountain
tumblin' and scramblin' down Massacre Mountain
cringin' and crawlin' down Massacre Mountain
in fear of his life and hell.
Our boomerangs whistled and our spears ran hot
that day on Massacre Mountain
when white soldiers and settlers came to shoot us up
and make our children bleed like a fountain ...

Oh poor bugger me - what a sight to see
the cringin' white man turn and flee
from our spears on Massacre Mountain
on the top of Massacre Mountain.

The white man stood so proud and tall
when he called for a treaty by the waterfall
when he knew that his gun couldn't win at all
he poisoned our food with strychnine.

Oh poor bugger me - what a sight to see
the cringin' white man turn and flee
from our spears on Massacre Mountain
from our spears on Massacre Mountain.

He run with his gun and died for his fun
and he ran for his life to his home and his wife
and he cringed in his fear from our boomerang and spear
as he fled from Massacre Mountain.

Oh poor bugger me - what a sight to see
the cringin' white man turn and flee
from our spears on Massacre Mountain
and he cringed in his fear
from our boomerang and spear
as he fled from Massacre Mountain.

(c) Kevin Gilbert, 1979

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