| When I was a young man, my age seventeen
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| I ought to have been serving Victoria, my Queen
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| But them hard-hearted judges, oh how cruel they be
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| For to send us poor lads to Australia
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| I fell in with a damsel, she was handsome and gay
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| I neglected my work more and more everyday
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| And to keep her like a lady, I went on the highway
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| And for that I was sent to Australia
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| Australia, Australia, I would ne’er see no more
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| Worn out with the fever, cast down to Death’s door
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| And if I ever live, say, seven years more
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| I would soon bid adieu to Australia
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| Now the judges, they stand with their whips in their hands
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| And they drive us like horses to plough up the land
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| You should see us poor young fellows, a-working in the gaol-yard
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| How cruel is our fate in Australia
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| Australia, Australia, I would ne’er see no more
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| Worn out with the fever, cast down to Death’s door
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| And if I ever live, say, seven years more
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| I would soon bid adieu to Australia |