Scottish boy down by the sea,
skinny little kid about five foot three
Got no mum and he's got no dad,
brave, brave heart was all he had
Down at the wharf whenever he could,
Hearing tales of the southern land,
White blue seas and golden sand.
Skinny little kid about five foot three,
Way too small for the military,
He can be what he wants to be,
Fifty -five kilos, five foot three.
So he quit his job and went to sea,
Good ship enders twenty -three,
Young and single, four but three,
South Australia, Adelaide town,
in the blistering heat of January
Skinny little kid about 5 foot 3,
way too small for the military
He can be what he wants to be,
Well, heard the magpie in the tree
Saw the stars and he sniffed the breeze
Felt the heat, touched the flame
The desert called him by his name
First across, south to north,
Stu art found what they all sought
Forged a path for the telegraph line
and he got his companions back alive
Fully grown he was five foot six,
he didn't give up when he got sick
skinny little bloke about five foot six
It doesn't matter how big you are,
or if you come from near or far,
Size doesn't matter, you can see,
skinny little kid about 5 foot 3.
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