Oh! the shearing is all over,
And the wool is coming down,
And I mean to get a wife, boys,
When I go up to town.
Everything that has two legs
Represents itself in view,
From the little paddy-melon
To the bucking kangaroo.
CHORUS
So its roll up your blankets,
And lets make a push,
Ill take you up the country,
And show you the bush.
Ill be bound you wont get
Such a chance another day,
So come and take possession
Of my old bullock dray.
Now, Ive saved up a good cheque,
I mean to buy a team,
And when I get a wife, boys,
Ill be all-serene
For calling at the depôt.
They say theres no delay
To get an off-sider
For the old bullock dray.
Oh! well live like fighting cocks,
For good living, Im your man.
Well have leather jacks, johnny cakes,
And fritters in the pan;
Or if youd like some fish
Ill catch you some soon,
For well bob for barramundies
Round the banks of a lagoon.
Oh! yes, of beef and damper
I take care we have enough,
And well boil in the bucket
Such a whopper of a duff,
And our friends will dance
To the honour of the day,
To the music of the bells,
Around the old bullock dray.
Oh! well have plenty girls,
We must mind that.
Therell be flash little Maggie,
And buckjumping Pat.
Therell be Stringy bark Joe,
And Green-hide Mike.
Yes, my Colonials, just
As many as you like.
Now well stop all immigration,
We wont need it any more;
Well be having young natives,
Twins by the score.
And I wonder what the devil
Jack Robertson would say
If he saw us promenading
Round the old bullock dray.
Oh! its time I had an answer,
If theres one to be had,
I wouldnt treat that steer
In the body half as bad;
But he takes as much notice
Of me, upon my soul,
As that old blue stag
Off-side in the pole.
Oh! to tell a lot of lies,
You know, it is a sin,
But Ill go up country
And marry a black gin.
Oh! Baal gammon white feller,
This is what shell say,
Budgery you
And your old bullock dray.
The Old Bullock Dray
Andrew Barton Paterson
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