Australia from Jewels by Chris Foster

Come all you good people where so ever you may be
Come listen a while to my story

Now when I was a young man and my age seventeen
I ought to been serving Victoria our queen
But those hard hearted judges O how cruel they have been
To send us poor lads to Australia

I fell in with a damsel she was handsome and gay
I neglected my work more and more every day
And to keep her like a lady I went on the highway
And for that I was sent to Australia

Now the judges they stand with the whips in their hands
And they drive us like horses to plough up the land
You should see us poor young fellows working in that gaol yard
How hard is our fate in Australia

Australia Australia I would never see no more
Worn out by fever cast down to death's door
But should I live to see say seven years more
O I would then bid adieu to Australia

© traditional arranged Chris Foster

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