Back in the 1980s, I was (among other things) a writer and singer of satirical folk songs. Going to the National Folk...

Back in the 1980s, I was (among other things) a writer and singer of satirical folk songs. Going to the National Folk Festival in Canberra at Easter, I caught up with old friends and was reminded that I had produced a book of my songs. Returning home, I dug out a copy, and decided to scan it. You can download the result here (big file) A lot of the songs were topical and are now very dated. But the theme of the title song is one that, sadly, never gets old (true also of the Irish original) Here it is. As I was walking past the lodge, haroo, haroo I saw a most peculiar dodge, haroo, haroo Bob Hawke came by and I swear its true He went in red and he came out blue And the Liberals* didn’t know what to do Oh, Bobby, I hardly knew you ! Where are the eyes that flashed with fire, haroo, haroo Where’s the fear you once inspired, haroo, haroo The bosses love you like a son, You’ve got the greenies on the run Flogging yellowcake by the ton Oh, Bobby, I hardly knew you ! Where’s the workers…