Colonial Experience

[By A New Chum]          (Air: So Early in the Morning.)     When first I came to Sydney Cove     And up and down the streets did rove,     I thought such sights I neer did see     Since first I learnt my A, B, C.                              Chorus          Oh! its broiling in the morning,          Its toiling in the morning,          Its broiling in the morning,          Its toiling all day long.     Into the park I took a stroll     I felt just like a buttered roll.     A pretty name The Sunny South!     A better one The Land of Drouth!          Chorus: Oh! its broiling, &c.     Next day into the bush I went,     On wild adventure I was bent,     Dame Natures wonders Id explore,     All thought of danger would ignore.          Chorus: Oh! its broiling, &c.     The mosquitoes and bull-dog ants     Assailed me even through my pants.     It nearly took my breath away     To hear the jackass laugh so gay!          Chorus: Oh! its broiling, &c.     This lovely country, Ive been told,     Abounds in silver and in gold.     You may pick it up all day,     Just as leaves in autumn lay!          Chorus: Oh! its broiling, &c.     Marines will chance this yarn believe,     But bluejackets you cant deceive.     Such pretty stories will not fit,     Nor can I their truth admit.          Chorus: Oh! its broiling, &c.     Some say theres lots of work to do.     Well, yes, but then, twixt me and you,     A man may toil and broil all day     The big, fat man gets all the pay,          Chorus: Oh! its broiling, &c.     Mayhap such good things there may be,     But you may have them all, for me,     Instead of roaming foreign parts     I wish Id studied the Fine Arts!          Chorus: Oh! its broiling, &c.