Come all you weary travellers
Who's out of work, just mind
If you take a trip to Bongaree
It's plenty there you'll find
Take a trial with the cocky
You can take it straight from me
You'll very surely rue the day
you go to Bungary
Well, how I came this weary way,
I'm eased to let you know
Been out of employment,
I didn't know where to go
I went to the register office,
and there I did agree
To take a job at Clear and Far,
a cuckie in Bungaree
His homestead was of surface mud,
and his roof a mouldy thatch
The doors and windows hung by a nail,
with never a bolt or a catch.
The chickens ran over the table,
such a sight you never did see,
When laid an egg in the old tin plate
of the cocky from Bungaree.
And on the very first morning,
it was the usual go.
He battled the plate for breakfast
before the cogs did grow.
The stars were shining gloriously,
the moon was high, you see.
I thought before the sun would rise
I'd die in Bungaree
Well, when I came home for supper
It was about half -past nine
And when I had it at
Well, I reckoned it was bedtime
But the cocky he came over to me
and he said with a merry laugh
I want you now for an hour or two
to cut a bitter chaff
And when I had it finished
I'd to nurse the youngest child
Whenever I said a joking word
the missus she would smile
The old fella got jealous,
looked like he'd murder me
And there he sat and whipped the cat
a cocky bungary
Well, when I had my first week done,
I reckon I'd had enough
I walked up to the cocky
and I asked him for my stuff
I went down into Ballarat,
and it didn't last me long.
I went straight into Sayers Hotel
and I blew my one pound one.
And now my job is over,
and I'm at liberty.
I'll never forget the day I met
McGuck ie from Bungaree