Girls in town and boys out back,
I’ve rolled up my little pack,
And on june’s chill wintry gales
Sail from pleasant New South Wales.
Ere I go – a doggerel song
To bid the whole caboose “So-long!”
Saddle-gear and horses sold –
Fetched but scanty stock of gold –
Scanty!! yet the whole lot
Publicans and Flossies got.
Since I in this country landed
Ne’er before was I so “stranded”.
Now I’m leaving Sydney’s shore
Harder up than e’er before;
A keen appetite I feel
To taste a bit o’ British veal;
And let’s trust, across the foam
They have a fatted calf at home.
From duns and debts (once safe on board)
Pray deliver me, oh Lord!
Here’s the burden of my song:
“Good-bye, old girl! Old chap, So-long!”
Hardest loss of all I find
To leave the good old horse behind.
So-long, “Cavalier!”
(Harry Breaker Morant)
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