D'ye ken our Jack with his note so gay,
D'ye ken our Jack at the break of day,
D'ye ken our Jack though he's far, far away,
On a ring-barked tree bough in the morning?
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For the sound of his laugh brought me from my bed,
And the scents of the bush; the blue sky o'er head;
Jack's HOO HA HOO! would awaken the dead,
If a Bushman lay still in the morning.
D'ye ken our Jack with his note so gay,
We knew him "Out-Back" once on a day,
Now we have come far, far, far away;
We can ne'er hear his voice in the morning.
CHORUS
Yes I ken our Jack with his HAA HAA HOO!
On a straggling branch 'gainst a sky so blue,
And the scents of the bush, and the Gum-trees too;
And I wish I were there in the morning.
CHORUS
Then here's to our Jack from my heart and soul,
Let's drink to his health, let's finish the bowl.
May we, hear our Jack with his laughter droll,
And awake in the Bush some fine morning.
CHORUS
