Hurrah for the Lachlan, boys, and join me in a cheer;
That's the place to go to make a cheque every year.
With a toadskin in my pocket, that I borrowed from a friend,
Oh, isn't it nice and cosy to be camping in the bend!
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With my four little johnny-cakes all nicely cooked,
A nice little codfish just off the hook;
My little round flour-bag sitting on a stump,
My little tea- and sugar-bag a-looking nice and plump.
I have a loaf of bread and some murphies that I shook,
Perhaps a loaf of brownie that I snavelled off the cook,
A nice leg of mutton, just a bit cut off the end,
Oh isn't it nice and jolly to be whaling in the bend!
Chorus: With my four, etc.
I have a little book and some papers for to read,
Plenty of matches and a good supply of weed;
I envy not the squatter, as at my fire I sit,
With a paper in my hand and my old clay a-lit.
Chorus: With my four, etc.
And when the shearing-time comes round, I'm in my glory then;
I saddle up my moke and then secure a pen;
I canter thro' the valley, and gallop o'er the plain;
I shoot a turkey or stick a pig, and off to camp again.,
Chorus: With my four, etc.
