G'day B(arbara)B,

This is not, exactly, your song - but Ten Thousand Miles Away, as it has been found in Australia looks like an ancestor of the more "Music Hall" Walloping Window Blind, certainly using the much same tune. (This is by no means an exclusively Australian tale - although this particular does have her transported 10,00 miles ... roughly the 'great circle' route sea voyage to the Australian penal colonies of 1788 - 1850s [-1860s for EWestern Australia). There may be something in this version to help you.

Regards,

Bob Bolton (as one BB to another)

TEN THOUSAND MILES AWAY

Sing oh, for a brave and valiant bark,
And a brisk and lively breeze,
A bully crew, and a captain too,
To carry me over the seas,
To carry me over the seas, my boys,
To my true love so gay,
She has taken a trip on a government ship,
Ten thousand miles away.
Chorus:
          So blow the winds, I, O,
          A roving I will go,
          I'll stay no more on England's shore,
          So let the music play,
          I start by the morning train,
          To cross the raging main,
          For I'm on the move to my own true love,
          Ten thousand miles away.

My true love she is beautiful,
My true love she is young,
Her eyes are blue as the violet's hue,
And silvery sounds her tongue,
And silvery sounds her tongue, my boys,
But while I sing this lay,
She is doing the grand in a distant land,
Ten thousand miles away.

Oh! that was a dark and dismal day,
When last she left the strand,
She bade good-bye with a tearful eye,
And waved her lily hand.
She waved her lily hand, my boys,
As the big ship left the bay,
Adoo, says she, remember me,
Ten thousand miles away.

Oh! if I could be but a bos'n bold,
Or only a bom-ba-dier,
I'd hire a boat, and hurry afloat,
And straight to my true love steer,
And straight to my true love steer, my boys,
Where the dancing dolphins play,
And the whales and sharks are having their larks,
Ten thousand miles away.

Oh! the sun may shine thro' a London fog,
And the Thames run bright and clear,
The ocean's brine be turned to wine,
And I may forget my beer,
And I may forget my beer, my boys,
And Landlord's quarter day,
But I'll never part from my own sweetheart,
Ten thousand miles away.