Waltzing The Grizzly

The Bard of Beer's Grizzly song for 1996 to the tune of Waltzing Matilda (obviously!).

Once a novice runner dared to fill a Grizzly form,
Hoping for blue skies, warm sun and sea.
And he sang as he sat and waited for the form's return
Who'll come a'waltzing the Grizzly with me?

Waltzing the Grizzly
Waltzing the Grizzly
Who'll come a'waltzing the Grizzly with me?
And he sang as he sat and waited for the form's return,
Who'll come a'waltzing the Grizzly with me?

Up jumped the runner and grabbed it with glee.
And he sang as he trained and waited for that Grizzly day,
Who'll come a'waltzing the Grizzly with me?

Waltzing the Grizzly
Waltzing the Grizzly
Who'll come a'waltzing the Grizzly with me?
And he sang as he sat and waited for the form's return,
Who'll come a'waltzing the Grizzly with me?

Race day came with Grizzly rain and bitter wind,
Down came our runner a winner to be!
With a cough and cold and misty eyes
Deep heat rubbed on aching thighs,
Who'll come a'waltzing the Grizzly with me?

Waltzing the Grizzly
Waltzing the Grizzly
Who'll come a'waltzing the Grizzly with me?
And he sang as he sat and waited for the form's return,
Who'll come a'waltzing the Grizzly with me?

Shouted race director, mounted on his four-wheel drive,
Shouted the marshalls 1, 2, 3:
You musn't run in such a state,
Postpone your race to a later date,
You won't be waltzing the Grizzly with me!

Waltzing the Grizzly
Waltzing the Grizzly
Who'll come a'waltzing the Grizzly with me?
And he sang as he sat and waited for the form's return,
Who'll come a'waltzing the Grizzly with me?

But the runner he ran and sprang into the muddy field,
"You will never stop me racing," said he,
Now his ghost may be heard as you pass by that muddy field,
Who'll come a'waltzing the Grizzly with me?

Waltzing the Grizzly
Waltzing the Grizzly
Who'll come a'waltzing the Grizzly with me?
And he sang as he sat and waited for the form's return,
Who'll come a'waltzing the Grizzly with me?

© Richard Hale, 1996