ROAD TO GUNDAGAI
(Australian song; learned from Bob Coltman in 1960)
Oh, we started out from Roto and the shets was all cut out,
We reached the Merriembije near the Anko in a week,
And we tossed our flamin' swags off and we went into the bar,
Well, I've seen a lot of girls, my boys, and I've drunk a lot of beer,
At last the spree was over, and the check was all knocked down,
(from miriam berg's folksong collection)
We'd whips and whips of money and we meant to knock about,
We donned our blueys serenely and we made for St. John's Town
With a three-spot check between us, and we meant to knock her down.
But we camped at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai,
The road to Gundagai, five miles from Boona Brye,
We camped at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai.
We crossed the Marindera, we forded Burnette Creek,
We didn't stop at Wagga, for we'd Sydney in our eye,
But we camped at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai.
Yes, we camped at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai...
We ordered up a rum-and-raspberry and we ordered a cigar,
And the gal that served the poison, she winked at Bill and I,
As we camped at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai.
Yes, we camped at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai...
And I've seen a lot of both that has made me pretty queer,
But for beer to knock you sideways and for girls to make you cry
You must camp at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai.
You must camp at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai...
So we shouldered up our blueys and we started out for town,
And the gals all stood a knobbler as we sadly waved good-bye,
And we tramped from Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai.
And we tramped from Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai...