Lousy Harry's
Oh, when last we went a-shearn' the sheds was all cut out;
We'd whips and whips of rhino we meant to put about;
We rolled our swags serenely and made for Sydney town,
With a fifty cheque between us as wanted knocking down.
Here he paused, took a swig at his beer wiped his mouth with the back of his hand,
and threw his head back for the chorus, which he gave with great relish.
But we camped at Lousy Harry's, on the road to Gundagai,
Not far from Gundagai, On the road, to Gundagai.
Yes, we camped at Lousy Harry's, on the road to Gundagai.
"Oh, shut up, Jack!" said the long bushman. "Shut up; you're always singin' them old
bush songs. Why don't you give us 'Er Golding 'Air Was 'Anging Down 'Er Back?'
That's something noo- not like them old things." The singer took no heed. He drew
a long breath and dashed into the second verse.
We crossed the Murrumbidgee, and we rode up to the bar;
We called for rum-an'-rasp'ry end a shilling cigar;
But the girl who served the pisen she winked at Bill and I;
And we camped at Lousy Harry's, on the road to Gundagai.
Notes
Extract from an article by Banjo Paterson published in the South Australian newspaper the Chronicle 10 March 1900.
IN NO MAN'S LAND.
AN AUSTRALIAN STORY.
By A. B. PATERSON (BANJO),
Author of "The Man From Snowy River."
[Published by special arrangement with the author. All rights reserved.]
CHAPTER XII.-AN EPISODE AT BARCOO.
See the Lazy Harry's in this collection