Poems of Anonymous Oceania
|21.||The Little Worn Out Pony||1/1/2004|
|22.||The Maids of the Mountains||1/1/2004|
|23.||The Old Bark Hut||1/1/2004|
|24.||The Only Land For Me (A currency Lad)||1/1/2004|
|25.||The Port Phillip Patriot||1/1/2004|
|26.||The Wild Colonial Boy||1/1/2004|
|27.||There's Whisky In The Jar||1/1/2004|
On the road to Gundagai
Oh, we started down from Roto when the sheds had all cut out.
We'd whips and whips of Rhino as we meant to push about,
So we humped our blues serenely and made for Sydney town,
With a three-spot cheque between us, as wanted knocking down.
But we camped at Lazy Harry's, on the road to Gundagai.
The road to Gundagai! Not five miles from Gundagai!
Yes, we camped at Lazy Harry's, on the road to Gundagai.