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The Old
Bullock Dray

Now the shearing is over and the wool is coming down,
I mean to get a wife, my boys, when I go to town,
For everything has got a mate that brings itself to view
From the little paddy-melon to the big kangaroo.

So roll up your bundle and let us make a push,
And I'll take you up country and show you the bush;
I'll be bound such a chance you won't get another day,
So roll up and take posession of the Old Bullock Dray.

I'll teach you the whip, and the bullocks how to flog,
You'll be my offsider when I'm fast in the bog,
Hitting out both left and right and every other way,
Making skin, blood and hair fly around the Bullock Dray.

So roll up your bundle and let us make a push,
And I'll take you up country and show you the bush;
I'll be bound such a chance you won't get another day,
So roll up and take posession of the Old Bullock Dray.

Good beef and damper, of that you'll get enough,
When boiling in the bucket such a walloper of duff,
My mates, they'll all dance and sing upon our wedding day
o the music of the bells around the Old Bullock Dray.

So roll up your bundle and let us make a push,
And I'll take you up country and show you the bush;
I'll be bound such a chance you won't get another day,
So roll up and take posession of the Old Bullock Dray.

here'll be lots of piccaninnies, you must remember that,
here'll be 'Buck-Jumping' Maggie and 'Leather-Belly' Pat,
here'll be be 'Stringy-Bark' Peggy and 'Green-Eyed' Mike,
Yes, my colonial, as many as you like.

So roll up your bundle and let us make a push,
And I'll take you up country and show you the bush;
I'll be bound such a chance you won't get another day,
So roll up and take posession of the Old Bullock Dray.

Now that I am married and have piccininnies three,
No one lives so happy as my little wife and me;
She goes out hunting to while away the day
While I take down the wool in the Old Bullock Dray.

So roll up your bundle and let us make a push,
And I'll take you up country and show you the bush;
I'll be bound such a chance you won't get another day,
So roll up and take posession of the Old Bullock Dray.


unknown to Grandpa

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