South Australia

In South Australia I was born
Heave away. Haul away!
South Australia round Cape Horn
And we're bound for South Australia

Haul away you rolling king
Heave away! Haul away!
All the way you'll hear me sing
And we're bound for South Australia

As I walked out one morning fair..
It's there I met Miss Nancy Blair..


There ain't but one thing that grieves my mind

It's to leave Miss Nancy Blair behind



I shook her up I shook her down
I shook her round and round and round

And as you wollop round Cape Horn
You'll wish that you had never been born


I wish I was on Australia's strand
With a bottle of whiskey in my hand

In South Australia my native land
Full of rocks, and fleas, and thieves, and sand


I'll tell you the truth and I'll tell you no lie;
If I don't love that girl I hope I may die.

And now I'm bound for a foreign strand,
With a bottle of whisky in my hand.

I'll drink a glass to the foreign shore
And one to the girl that I adore.