Mateship by A Digger
"I’ve travelled down some lonely roads
Both crooked tracks and straight
An’ I’ve learned lifes noblest creed
Summed up in one word – Mate!
I’m thinking back across the years
(A thing I do of late)
An’ this word sticks between me ears
You’ve got to have a mate,
Someone who’ll take you as you are
Regardless of your state
An’ stand as firm as Ayers Rock
Because ‘e is your mate.
Me mind goes back to ’43
To slavery and to hate
When one man’s chance to stay alive
Depended on ‘is mate.
With bamboo for a billy can
An’ bamboo for a plate
A bamboo paradise for bugs
Was bed for me and me mate.
You’d slip and slither through the mud
An curse your rotten fate
But then you’d ‘ear a quiet word
Don’t drop ya bundle - mate!
And though it’s all so long ago
This truth I ‘ave to state
A man don’t know what lonely is
Till ‘e ‘as lost ‘is mate.
If there’s a life that follers this
If there’s a golden gate
The welcome that I wanna hear
Is just ‘Good on ya mate!’
An’ so to all who ask us why
We keep these special dates
Like Anzac Day. I answer – why,
We’re thinking of our Mates.
An’ when I’ve left this drivers seat
An’, handed in me plates
I’ll tell old Peter at the door
I’ve come ta join me mates!"
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