The Free Selector's Daughter

I met her on the Lachlan Side,     A darling girl I thought her,     And ere I left I swore I'd win     The free-selector's daughter.     I milked her father's cows a month,     I brought the wood and water,     I mended all the broken fence,     Before I won the daughter.     I listened to her father's yarns,     I did just what I `oughter',     And what you'll have to do to win     A free-selector's daughter.     I broke my pipe and burnt my twist,     And washed my mouth with water;     I had a shave before I kissed     The free-selector's daughter.     Then, rising in the frosty morn,     I brought the cows for Mary,     And when I'd milked a bucketful     I took it to the dairy.     I poured the milk into the dish     While Mary held the strainer,     I summoned heart to speak my wish,     And, oh! her blush grew plainer.     I told her I must leave the place,     I said that I would miss her;     At first she turned away her face,     And then she let me kiss her.     I put the bucket on the ground,     And in my arms I caught her:     I'd give the world to hold again     That free-selector's daughter!