On The Road To Gundagai

Oh, we started down from Roto when the sheds had all cut out.     Wed whips and whips of Rhino as we meant to push about,     So we humped our blues serenely and made for Sydney town,     With a three-spot cheque between us, as wanted knocking down.                                                  Chorus         But we camped at Lazy Harrys, on the road to Gundagai         The road to Gundagai!    Not five miles from Gundagai!         Yes, we camped at Lazy Harrys, on the road to Gundagai.     Well, we struck the Murrumbidgee near the Yanko in a week,     And passed through old Narrandera and crossed the Burnet Creek.     And we never stopped at Wagga, for wed Sydney in our eye.     But we camped at Lazy Harrys, on the road to Gundagai.         Chorus: But we camped, &c.     Oh, Ive seen a lot of girls, my boys, and drunk a lot of beer,     And Ive met with some of both, chaps, as has left me mighty queer;     But for beer to knock you sideways, and for girls to make you sigh,     You must camp at Lazy Harrys, on the road to Gundagai.     Well, we chucked our blooming swags off, and we walked into the bar,     And we called for rum-an-raspbry and a shilling each cigar.     But the girl that served the pizen, she winked at Bill and I     And we camped at Lazy Harrys,    not five miles from Gundagai.     In a week the spree was over and the cheque was all knocked down,     So we shouldered our Matildas, and we turned our backs on town,     And the girls they stood a nobbler as we sadly said Good bye,     And we tramped from Lazy Harrys, not five miles from Gundagai;                         Chorus: And we tramped, &c.