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Published on Mar 6, 2013
"PORT FAIRY FOLK FESTIVAL THEME SONG" Performed by THE FLYING SILVERKANE SHAMANS Written by Jordan Lockett, with help from John Conlan and Daniel Binks.
Come gather 'round people It's that time of year When we all drink Guinness instead of beer Jamie's done the lineup and it looks bloody good I've circled all the good gigs and asterisked the 'shoulds'.
Go and see Garry -- buy some poffridges Are the Emu's at Tower Hill, or are they Ostriches? Morris, Jack and Reg have led the troops for weeks Raising all the marquee tents and checking them for leaks
It's Labour Day weekend in Port Fairy Town People come from everywhere to my home ground "Welcome to Country" on Friday night Sunny Sunday but pissing at night
Southcombe Park is chockers and the Garden's Oval full There's a line up of cars past Warrnambool The only time the surfers Pray for no surf Cause this ain't no surf break this is hallowed turf
Colin's got the kegs piled up in the Sheebeen God bless the cricket club and Wally Sheehan What about that year with the dodgy fake tickets It was a long time ago and so was Mary Pickett's
It's Labour Day weekend in Port Fairy Town People come from everywhere to my home ground Paul Kelly's stage one on Saturday night Sunny Sunday but pissing at night
The guitar concert's next I think I see Mum I love the way they pick, and that crazy guy strums The 'Women in Song' will start our Sunday The Port Fairy ladies are dancing away! Danny Spooner and the Whalers, sea shanty at the river Pour some pepper on your Guinness, it's good for your liver! Make sure you throw some money in Campbell's Billy Pack some warm clothes, Port Fairy gets chilly
It's Labour Day weekend in Port Fairy Town People come from everywhere to my home ground John Williamson's stage three on Saturday night Sunny Sunday but pissing at night
I really love the smell of the trampled grass I've never had a folkie chair, but I've got a sore arse Rest in Peace Johnny Ploenges, You were a Great Man You, Bocky and Bruce Always had the plan
Sunday nights the sing-along, come to the Guinie tent Gibbo, Johnny and the boys, I'm heaven sent Mad Monday comes along, the locals hit the stump When I see that stream of cars, my throat gets a lump It's Labour Day weekend in Port Fairy Town People come from everywhere to OUR HOME GROUND CLAYMORE's Stage One on Saturday night Sunny Sunday but pissing at night