The Man From The Hill

The man from the hill of the dark brown weerloo
The bird known to many as the yellow tail black cockatoo
The roads of the big country he has driven up and down
One who has lived and worked in many a town
In his early thirties he reckons he has not fathered children and he has never had a wife
But he has never been short of women in his life
He hopes to see more of the World one day
Of cities in Countries far north and places far away
The lust for the wander in him does remain strong
One who to the nomadic lifestyle belong
On an average in any one town no more than a three months stay
In various hard jobs for him never an easy pay
One restless for travel as a mountain rill
In many a public bar of grog he has drunk his fill.