Post by Administrator on Dec 23, 2021 17:09:05 GMT
FAIR DINKUM TOWN
Farewell to old Sydney, you fair dinkum town,
The spirited sheilas with never a frown.
Goodbye to the parties, Bondi as well,
We're going to sea and headed for Hell.
A sad day for sailing, all there could see,
Heavy the hearts at Circular Quay.
They say given time, all good times must end,
A mention of letters we promised to send.
Thirty days later amid ice and snow,
No matter the miles or where we might go.
We remember you Sydney, you fair dinkum town,
No matter how long or where we are bound.
Ian Adrian Millar
Farewell to old Sydney, you fair dinkum town,
The spirited sheilas with never a frown.
Goodbye to the parties, Bondi as well,
We're going to sea and headed for Hell.
A sad day for sailing, all there could see,
Heavy the hearts at Circular Quay.
They say given time, all good times must end,
A mention of letters we promised to send.
Thirty days later amid ice and snow,
No matter the miles or where we might go.
We remember you Sydney, you fair dinkum town,
No matter how long or where we are bound.
Ian Adrian Millar