G'day John,

Is that the one that runs (!):

Humping old bluey; It is a stale game,
And that I can plainly see.
Battling with poverty, hunger, (stray thorns ... ?).
Things are just going middling with me.

Humping your drum, and that after rum -
Wasting your young life away ...
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Now shearing's all over, and I'm such a swell ...
I'm riding a very fine hack.
If my mates were to see me - I'm not humping bluey,
I'm pushing a bit further back.

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I need to look it up - I haven't sung it for two or three decades!

Regards,

Bob