"I am in treeegued" - not up a gum tree, I hope: must be a very uncomfortable place for a subterranean dweller

"and am being very good". As Mae West said, "Goodness Had Nothing to do With It, dearie", but she was referring to diamonds.

You've been good enough so far, and a drover finds it hard to change his mind. But don't expect diamonds from this wild drover who's been to old Cork city (wasn't I pretty?), but not Old Cork Station. My elves have been busy assembling a carefully selected assortment of inappropriate gifts for your delectation and delight down in Dante's seventh circular quay.

I sometimes think I'll settle back in Sydney
It'll never come to pass, I greatly fear
For the elves upon the sleigh
Drive my bonzer dreams away,
Yelling, "Santa, where the hell are all the deer?"