A DAY OUT.
Was such a surprise
Our Probus bunch
Went there for lunch.
The soup was great
And then on each plate
Went slices of meat –
Eight vegies to eat!
(Oh! I nearly forgot!
The whole meal was hot!)
Two kinds of pud –
Tea or Coffee? Oh, good!
But I’m hearing you cry
“Is this Heaven nearby?”
Lake Glenmaggie’s the spot
Where the food’s always hot!
CRANBOURNE LADIES’ PROBUS CLUB.
Ladies meeting in a friendly way,
To hear a speaker, or just have their say:
In bus or train they’ll travel some fine day
Seeing countryside and town.
Come and join us here in Cranbourne town,
We’ll banish every care and frown.
We will never ever put you down:
Cranbourne Ladies’ Probus Club
Meeting monthly, be it rain or shine.
If you get sick, we’ll send a line.
Forgot your badge? Then you must pay a fine!
Everyone will find a friend!
Come and join us at the RSL,
At morning tea, birthday cakes are swell!
We don’t let anyone stay in their shell!
At the Cranbourne Ladies Probus Club!
There’s a windswept railway station
Newly built, in Cranbourne town,
Where disembarking passengers
Look vainly up and down
For somewhere to experience
Some comfort and relief
After sixty minutes’ travel –
But it’s just beyond belief!
The P.T.C. is adamant
They’ve made a new decree –
That passengers who travel far
Are not allowed to pee!
Have you ever heard of anything
That’s more bizarre or grotty?
To think! In 1995
You must travel with a potty!
We haven’t any emus or any kangaroos.
We haven’t many tourist traps for travellers to choose,
But because we’re on a highway, we’ve trucks and cars galore
Plus coaches by the dozen bound for Phillip Island’s Shore.
We used to be a country town with High Street stores to shop in
But now a shopping centre is where the shoppers drop in.
Our Council’s gone to Berwick – we’ve been amalgamated –
Since no-one knows where Casey is – civic pride’s evaporated!
But Cranbourne’s still our home-town – we never will forget –
It’s where we’ve lived for ages –
And at least – we’re on the Met!
AN ODE TO EMIGRATION.
(can be sung to “Waltzing Matilda” if you’re game!)
Once some jolly Ashby’s Thought they’d like to emigrate
And live in the shade of an old gum tree.
So they wrote to Australia House And got a load of pamphlets
And watched Aussie programmes on the BBC.
After all their Xrays, injections and interviews,
After they’d heard from Camberwell and Kew
They embarked on the “Fairsky” one day in mid-December
And sailed for Australia, a new life – and you!
Migrating Pommies! Migrating Pommies!
They came in their thousands And went home in twos.
If they’d all made friends like the folks who are reading this
They’d never fall a victim to the “Go Home Blues”!
The years have rushed by and swept them many different ways
Homes and jobs changed for they never said “Die”!
They made a lot of friends, some of whom were Aussies,
But they still have Pommie accents’ no matter how they try!
If you want some advice on how to deal with migrants
Give them a smile and a friendly “Hello”
Find them a job that’s not too far to travel
And they’ll know that you like them and won’t want to go!
So thank you very kindly, say all the Ashby family
We’re glad that we came to Australia’s shore
If you hear us complaining, we don’t really mean it,
We winge out of habit – it’s an old English law!
CHORUS: ( IF YOU CAN BEAR IT ! )
This is a revised version of the words we sang as we celebrated two years in Australia with the folks from the South Camberwell Methodist Church, who had sponsored us, and the new friends we had made in Kilsyth, where we built our first home in 1964!