BUNDABERG RUM
(Bill Scott)

God made the sugar cane grow where it's hot
And teetotal abstainers to grow where it's not
Let the sin bosun warn of perdition to come
We'll drink it and chance it, so bring on the rum

Chorus:
Bundaberg rum, and it's overproof rum
Will tan your inside and grow hair on your bum
Let the blue ribbon beat on his empty old drum
Or his waterlogged belly, but we'll stick to our rum

We're men who drink it, oh yes, men indeed
Of the bushranging hairy-necked olden time breed
We shave with our axes, we dress in old rags
We feed on old boots and we sleep on old bags

Chorus

Dull care flies away when our voices resound
And the grass shrivels up when we spit on the ground
When we finally die and are buried in clay
Our bodies are pickled and never decay

Chorus

On the Morning of Judgment, when the skies are rolled back
We'll stroll from our graves up the long golden track
And our voices will echo throughout kingdom come
As we toast the archangels in Bundaberg rum

Chorus

Source: Graham Jenkin 'Great Australian Balladists' p130.

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