(With A Swag All On My Shoulder)
first I left Old Ireland's shore, the yarns that we were told!
folks in far-off Australia could pick up lumps of gold!
gold dust lay in all the streets and a miner's right was free!
"Hurrah!" I told my loving friends, "that's just the place for me!"
With my swag all on my shoulder, and a blackthorn in my hand,
I'll travel the bushes of Australia like a trueborn Irishman.
when we reached old Melbourne we were all prepared to slip,
bar the mate and captain and all hands abandoned ship,
all the girls of Melbourne Town threw up their hands with joy
and exclaiming, "Here comes my Irish boy"
made our way down to Geelong then north to Ballarat.
some of us grew mighty thin and some grew sleek and fat.
tried their luck at Bendigo and some at Fiery Creek:
made my fortune in a day and blued it in a week.
many years I wandered around to each new field about
made and spent full many a pound till alluvial petered out
then for any job of work, I was prepared to try
now I’ve found the “tucker track”, I’ll stay here till I die