Weddings Parties Anything - A Tale They Won't Believe Lyrics
We left Macquarie Harbour it was in the pouring rainnone of us quite sure if we would see England againsome fool muttered death or libertythere was six of us together a jolly hungry crewand as the days went by you know our hunger quickly grewsome fool muttered death or libertySo that night we made fires out of twigs and out of barkand our stomachs they were grumbling all through the night so darkwe were only trying to keep ourselves alivebut when the sun came up next morning well the six had turned to fiveAnd I said, right there’s another one, don’t you frown,Chew the meat and hold it down, It’s a tale they won’t believe,When I get down to Hobart townAll five of us were nervous and I'll tell you that’s a factbu you should have seen the bastard who was carrying the axeHe was a sick man he had murder in his heartAnd then we reached the Franklin River, and it took two days to crosswe were wet and almost starvin’ and for food were at a losswe were hungry men with murder on our minds.So that night we made a fire out of twigs and out of barkand our stomachs they were rumbling all through the night so dark,And they were making noises the dead could not ignoreand when the sun came up next morning,the five had turned to four!And I said, right there’s another one, don’t you frown,Chew the meat and hold it down, It’s a tale they won’t believe,When I get down to Hobart townWell the four of us kept marching to a place called Western TeirsA country full of tasty game but for us it held no cheerwe had no guns we were traveling without hope.But the axe it loomed so ominous and God's hand was at playa sick man is a type of game which can not run awayso stay easy, my poor man, your time's at hand.So that night we made fires out of twigs and out of barkand our stomachs they were grumbling all through the night so darkI can't say I feel guilty, after all it wasn't mebut when the sun came up next morning the four had turned to threeAnd I said, right there’s another one, don’t you frown,Chew the meat and hold it down, It’s a tale they won’t believe,When I get down to Hobart townwell the three of us kept moving but one was fading fasthe had been bitten by a snake and you could see he would not laststay easy my good man your time is at handand when he could last no longer his days were fading fastwe were far to weak to carry him subsistency comes firststay easy my good man your time is at handSo that night we made fires out of twigs and out of barkand our stomachs they were grumbling all through the night so darkIt was a messy job but it was one we had to dobut when the sun came up next morning the three had turned to twoAnd I said, right there’s another one, don’t you frown,Chew the meat and hold it down, It’s a tale they won’t believe,When I get down to Hobart townNow he had been looking at me funny, sort of eyeing me for days,And you would not need to be too bright to know that bastard’s ways:He was a sick man, he had murder in his heart.But even bastards have to rest, and even bastards have to sleep,And when he was in the land of Nod straight over I did creep,and the axe that he had wielded now was mine.So that night, I made the fire, out of twigs and out of bark,and my stomach it kept rumbling all through the night so dark.I can’t say that I enjoyed it, and it wasn’t exactly fun,but when the sun came up next morning, the two had turned to one!And I said, right there’s another one, don’t you frown,Chew the meat and hold it down, It’s a tale they won’t believe,When I get down to Hobart townWell now history is a pack of lies, as any fool can tell,So when I got down to Hobart town I told my story well,But do you think they would believe one word I said?For they thought that I was covering for my mates still at large,Said they’d be roaming in the bush so wild and free,And back to old Macquarie Harbour they sent meBut I remember the fires made out of twigs and made of barkand my stomach it was grumbling all through the night so darkAnd this young fool he just said to me it's liberty or deathand he looked a rather tasty one, I just could not help it singingAnd I said, right there’s another one, don’t you frown,Chew the meat and hold it down, It’s a tale they won’t believeWhen I get down to Hobart townA tale they won't believeChordsem d c d am d em em d c dbased on Australia’s colonial pasta macabre account of escaped men makingtheir way across Tasmania, resorting tocannibalism to survive the long trek in the bush.from a passage in Robert Hughes’ The Fatal Shore
