Drovers Diary, The Dingo Fence
Old George, he fixes the dingo fence, hes done that for about a hundred years
Hes not scared of the bush and the night gives him no fears
The boss fished him out the pub and sent him on his way
Seems that dingoes been getting past, seen fifty or more today.

Old George drove up along the fence loaded up with mesh and poles
He drove all day along the fence and couldn’t find no holes.
Time to camp as day wore on up by Claffers billabong
Trouble is you see the camp is on the other side,
you have to cut the fence, at least a ute width wide.

He set up camp and lit a fire and tea came and went
Gave a nudge to a bottle of scotch,half his wages he had spent.
He rolled out his swag and nodded off to sleep
The fence was still down and just lying in a heap.

Problem was you see, its been happening like that for years
And now all around old George were hundreds of pointy ears
Two hundred hungry dingos waiting for old George to snore
Then thru the hole in the fence they all would quickly pour.

Claffers sheep were all camped up the other side of the fence
That’s where the dingos were all going, on a mission all hell bent
Old George didn’t have a clue, in the morning he would wake
Repair the fence, fix the hole and hammer in a stake.

He couldn’t find any holes as he drove along the fence
Why the dingos were getting thru really made him tense
Old George ,he loved his job carrying out the small repairs
And rest easy as he drove along, knowing his job would last for years!