Oh, the new-chum went to the backblock run, <br />But he should have gone there last week. <br />He tramped ten miles with a loaded gun, <br />But of turkey of duck saw never a one, <br />For he should have been there last week, <br />They said, <br />There were flocks of 'em there last week. <br />He wended his way to a waterfall, <br />And he should have gone there last week. <br />He carried a camera, legs and all, <br />But the day was hot and the stream was small, <br />For he should have gone there last week, <br />They said, <br />They drowned a man there last week. <br /> <br />He went for a drive, and he made a start, <br />Which should have been made last week, <br />For the old horse died of a broken heart; <br />So he footed it home and he dragged the cart -- <br />But the horse was all right last week, <br />They said, <br />He trotted a match last week. <br /> <br />So he asked all the bushies who came from afar <br />To visit the town last week <br />If the'd dine with him, and they said "Hurrah!" <br />But there wasn't a drop in the whisky jar -- <br />You should have been here last week, <br />He said, <br />I drank it all up last week!<br /><br />Andrew Barton Paterson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-week/
