UP THE OLD NULLA ROAD
The old days were good when we lived in the bush
And worked pretty hard everyday
We never felt lonely and always felt free
Away from the world and its ways
We lived off the land and the bush was our friend
Everyone shared their life and its load
There was no television and the wireless was new
When we lived up the old Nulla road
I rode to school three or four miles
There was twenty odd kids counting me
Our teacher was known as old Johnny Knight
His mole looked like Hitler’s to me
They taught English history but little of our own
The empire was then very strong
But we were a bunch of wild brumbies at school
It was there I first sung my first song
They held their bush dances at somebody’s place
I’d say about every two weeks
Presentations were done and bush ballads were sung
At the dances they held up the creek
There was old Billy Kyle and his bush fiddle style
And he was a band on his own
And the dancers stayed on till the crack of the dawn
Then a jackass would laugh them all home
Fiddle Solo
I remember one dance it was only by chance
Us kids found some beer in a stump
And mother was not real impressed when they said
“your sons outside getting drunk”
The best time was tea when the baskets came out
And all those fresh cakes to behold
The old men sipped their tea and then sucked on their pipes
When we lived up the old Nulla road
There were Dunbars and Kyles and Ryans and Miles
Neighbours as solid as stone
Though I’ve been away now for many long years
The valley is always my home
I’ve always remembered that big mountain moon
Hung over the trees like a glow
I went home in the moonlight content with the world
When we lived up the old Nulla road
In the bush when we lived up the old Nulla road