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