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Around The Boree LogOh stick me in the old caboose this night of wind and rain So come you by your parted ways that wind the wide world through The years have turned the rusted key, and time is on the jog Now someone driving through the rain will happen in I bet Bedad, he'll have to stay the night, the rain is going to pour The years have turned the rusted key, and time is on the jog He'll fill his pipe and good and well and all aglow within Then stir it up and make it burn, the pokers next to you For years have turned the rusted key and time is on the jog John O'Brien * Boree Log - Aboriginal name for the wood of the Weeping
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