Now come all you young fellows, where some ever you been
If you listen, I'll tell you a story
When I was a young man, of about seventeen
I oughta been serving Victoria the Queen
But those hard-hearted judges, oh how cruel they've been
To send us young lads to Australia
I fell in love with a damsel, she was handsome and gay
I neglected my work more and more every day
And to keep her like a lady
I went on the highway, and for that I got sent to Australia
You should see how they stand, with their whips in their hand
They drove us like horses to plow up the land
You should see us poor young fellows, we worked in that jail yard
How sad was our fight in Australia
Australia, Australia, I shall never see no more
I'm worn out with fever, cast down at death's door
But if ever I should live to see seven years more
I will then bid adieu to Australia