Jacky-Jacky

Jacky-Jacky was a smart young fellow,
Full of fun and energy,
Yet he sat by the river of his people
Underneath a great gum tree.

Chorus:

Krikita bubla wel dee miah,
Billee niah ging gerrie wah.

Jacky’s people used to chase the emus,
With their spears and waddies too,
They were the only ones cou;d tell you
What the emu told the kangaroo.

White fella come and take Jacky’s country,
Spread their fences across their run,
Now poor Jacky has to pay his taxes,
And his hunting days are done.

But the white man bring to Jacky,
Bottles of plonk, two-up and all,
Now the river-side re-echoes
To their shouts as the pennies fall.