Arunta the hunter,
the king of the Aborigine.
Armed with boomerang and spear,
Man or beast he doesn’t fear,
Tired of eating witchetty grub,
Grabs his nulla-nulla club.
Arunta! The Aboriginal hunter.
Arunta the hunter,
the king of the Aborigine.
Threw his spear away it flew,
Got himself a kangaroo,
Took his knife and skinned the beast,
Then he had himself a feast.
Arunta! The Aboriginal hunter.
Aborigine, doing the corroboree.
Aborigine, celebrating mighty hunting victory.
Arunta the hunter, the king of the Aborigine.
Built a fire by a billabong,
Pockets hot don’t take too long,
Gorged himself on platypus stew,
Played a tune on the digeridoo.
Arunta!
The dusky, the husky, the lusty Aboriginal hunter.
Composed by Nat Kipner and Clyde Collins. Peformed by the Horrie Dargie Quintet:
Astor AEP-4001 (EP 45rpm, 7” )
Recorded in Melbourne, released May 1960