When the cranky German waggon,
With its ten or fifteen bag on
Comes a-jerkin and a-joltin down the dusty, limestone street,
And the Northers blowin blindin,
And the rollers are a-grindin,
And the agent jabs his sampler thro the sackin to the wheat,
Let em slide along the plank! slide along! slide along!
Sixty bushels for the Bank; slide along!
When your back is fairly breakin
And your very fingers shakin
With the heavin, heavin, heavin, in the blarsted, blazin sun;
And the agent finds the spots out
And takes all his sample lots out
Where its rusty, pinched, or smuttyknockin off five pound a ton;
Sling em over with a jerk! slide along! slide along!
Sixty days of wasted work! slide along!
Sixty days a-ploughin mallee
In the God-forgotten valley
Of the creepin, crawlin Murray, with the dingoes for your mates!
Sow and harrow, roll and reap it,
But you get no show to keep it,
For its Boom and bust yer biler when the cocky speculates!
Let the bankers take the lot: slide along! slide along!
Farmin mallees bloomin rotslide along!
