| I camped one night in an empty hut | 
| On the side of a lonely hill | 
| I didn’t go much on empty huts | 
| But the night was awful chill | 
| So I boiled me billy and had me tea | 
| And made sure that the door was shut | 
| Then I went to sleep in the empty bunk | 
| By the wall of the old slab shed | 
| Now it must have been in the middle of the night | 
| When I was feeling cosy and warm | 
| I woke and there at the foot of my bunk | 
| I see a horrible ghostly form | 
| It seemed in shape to be half an ape | 
| With a head like a chimpanzee | 
| And I wondered what it was doing there | 
| And what did it want with me? | 
| You may say if you please that I had DTs | 
| Or call me a crimson liar | 
| But I wish you had seen it as plain as me | 
| With it’s eyes like coals of fire | 
| Then it gave a groan such a horrible moan | 
| That my blood run cold with fear | 
| And ‘There's only the two of us here, ' | 
| It said. | 
| ‘There's only the two of us here!' | 
| I kept one eye on the old hut door | 
| And one on the awful brute; | 
| For I only wanted to dress meself | 
| And get to the door and scoot | 
| But I couldn’t find where I’d left me boots | 
| So I hadn’t a chance to clear | 
| And, ‘There's only the two of us here, ' | 
| It said. | 
| ‘There's only the two of us here!' | 
| I hadn’t a thing to defend meself | 
| Couldn’t find a stick nor a stone | 
| And ‘There's only the two of here!' | 
| It said, again with a horrible moan | 
| I thought I’d better make some reply | 
| For I thought that the end was near | 
| I said «Tarzan old man when I find my boots | 
| By hell there’ll only be one of us here.' | 
| Well I get my hands on me number tens | 
| And out through the door I scoots | 
| And I lit the whole of the ridges up | 
| With the sparks from me blucher boots | 
| So I’ve never slept in a hut since then | 
| And I tremble and shake with fear | 
| When I think of the horrible brute that moaned | 
| ‘There's only the two of us here!' |