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Korindabria, korindabria, bogarona, bogarona. Iwariniang
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Loitering in a country town, 'cos I had some time to spare
I went into an antique shop, to see what was there.
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As I lay sleeping
on Bakery Hill
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Away with those whimsical bubbles of air
Which only excite a momentary stare;
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Poor Tom Brown from Nottingham, Jack Williams and poor Joe
They were three gallant poacher boys their country well does know
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I am a native of the land of Erin, and lately banished from that lovely shore;
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Prate not to me of foreign strand,
Of beauty o'er the sea -
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The Currency Lads may fill their glasses,
And drink to the health of the Currency Lasses;
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Oh, what a wretched, loathsome, thing am I,
Too horrible for earth, or the pure heaven,
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Fair island of my birth, thy distant rocks
Call forth the tenderest feelings of my heart;
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Come all young girls, both far and near and listen unto me
While unto you I do unfold what proved my destiny
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As I was a-crossin' the Abercrombie Mountains,
I met Sir Frederick Pottinger, and his money he was countin'.
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O, listen for a moment lads, and hear me tell my tale-
how o'er the sea from England's shore I was compelled to sail.
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Farewell to old England for ever,
Farewell to my rum culls as well,
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There shall broad streets their stately walls extend;
Embellished villas crown the landscape scene,
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I'll sing a little ditty, which
I trust you'll not think flat.
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A neat little packet from Hobart set sail,
For to cruise round the west’ard amongst the sperm whale;
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I've done my share of shearing sheep,
Of droving and all that;
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As I was coming down Conroy's Gap,
I heard a maiden cry;
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Farewell and adieu to you, Brisbane ladies
Farewell and adieu, you maids of Toowong
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'Keep white the strain!"
Oh! brothers mine, in bitter shame
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Why in this sunny land of gold
Rich soil and wealth containing,
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Oh! Have you heard of the APPLE WINE!
That out of Beer now takes the shine,
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On Walden's Range at morning time
The sun shone brightly down;
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Squatting up in Queensland, is a great mistake I guess;
If you ask if I'm a squatter, I can truly answer yes,
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The Tasmanian Aborigine's Lament And Remonstrance When In Sight Of His Native Land From Flinders Island
Fair island of my birth, thy
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'Tis of a wild Colonial Boy, Jack Doolan was his name,
Of poor but honest parents he was born in Castlemaine.
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Cut yer name across me backbone
Stretch me skin across a drum
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Oh Frank Gardiner is caught at last and lies in Sydney jail, For wounding Sergeant Middleton and robbing the Mudgee mail.
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Oh, Paddy dear, and did you hear
The news that's going round,
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