Australia

B B When I was a young man, my age seventeen F# I ought to have been serving Victoria, my Queen B E B But them hard-hearted judges, oh, how cruel they be E F# B For to send us poor lads to Australia B I fell in with a damsel, she was handsome and gay F# I neglected my work more and more everyday B E B And to keep her like a lady, I went on the highway E F# B A E And for that I was sent to Australia B Australia, Australia, I would ne'er see no more F# Worn out with the fever, cast down to Death's door B E B And if I ever live, say, seven years more E F# B I would soon bid adieu to Australia B Now the judges, they stand with their whips in their hands F# And they drive us like horses to plough up the land B E B You should see us poor young fellas, a-working in the gaol-yard E F# B A E How cruel is our fate in Australia B Australia, Australia, I would ne'er see no more F# Worn out with the fever, cast down to Death's door B E B And if I ever live, say, seven years more E F# B I would soon bid adieu to Australia