When first we left old England's shores 
Such yarns as we were told
As how folks in Australia 
Could pick up lumps of gold

So when we got to Melbourne Town 
We were ready soon to slip
And get even with the captain 
We scuttled from the ship

With my swag all on my shoulder 
Black billy in my hand
I travelled the bush of Australia 
Like a [bad word] born native man

We steered our course for Portland Town
Then north west of Ballarat 
Where some of us got mighty thin 
And some got sleek and fat 

Some tried their luck at Bindigo 
And some at Fiery Creek 
I made a fortune in a day
And spent it in a week 

With my swag all on my shoulder 
Black billy in my hand
I travelled the bush of Australia 
Like a [bad word] born native man

So round the tucker tracks I tramp
Nor leave them out of sight 
My swag's on my left shoulder 
And then upon my right

And then I take it on my back
And oft upon it lie 
These are the best of tucker tracks
So I'll stay here till I die 

With my swag all on my shoulder 
Black billy in my hand
I travelled the bush of Australia 
Like a [bad word] born native man

I travelled the bush of Australia like a [bad word] born native man
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