The Grog Town Muster
As the sun sinks over “Dog Dreaming” In Alice
All the cracks are gathering for the fray
The noted interventionists from communities near and far.
Are mustering at the Alice overnight
For the interventionist love discrimination where the Aboriginal people are
And the “Australian newspaper” and the ABC snuff the battle with delight
There was Tony who made his name when Turnbull and Nelson bit the dust.
Few can ride beside him when his belligerence is up.
He will go to town camps, where even Julia or Macklin wouldn’t go.
And the good old boys and girls from Alice were there to lend a hand,
There was Woolworths, Coles, Ahorua, and even a Native Title Group.
No better grog baron can pour a better beer.
No journalist can throw him, when he is on song
He learnt to ride with Noel when teaching in the Cape.
And down by Canberra , where the politicians meet
Where the air is clear and the winter nights are long
The treasurer rises for the battle, and grabs the reins with glee
And down around the town camps where dust and flies prevail
The man from Canberra will be forgotten
And the town folk camped on sacred ground
Will tell the story of his ride.