BANKS OF THE WAIKATO
(Phil Garland)

Hark the dogs are barking
My love, I must away
The men they are all waiting
No longer can I stay
For I am bound for camp, my love
'Tis many a mile to go
To meet my fellow bushmen
On the banks of the Waikato

Sally, darling Sally, with me you cannot go
You know the men have told us
This always must be so
Your waist is far too slender
And your feet are far too small
For you to walk the distance
To the waterfall

While I'm away and working
I'll think of you with pride
I'll dream of us together
Lying side by side
Your love will warm my heart, my dear
Throughout the bitter cold
That lingers in the winter
On the banks of the Waikato

And when the work is over
To our homes we will return
We'll kiss our wives and sweethearts
We left behind to mourn
I'll hold you in my arms again
'Til next I have to go
And meet my fellow bushmen
On the banks of the Waikato

Phil Garland's rewrite of 'Banks of the Condamine' (posted above on 15 Oct).

Youtube clip

--Stewie.