Arunta The Hunter

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