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source: Pat Finn

SITE SOURCE: GOLD, EMIGRATION AND FREE SELECTION


TARARA (LAND) BOOM DECAY

Marvellous Melbourne, once so grand,
Her money spent in buying land
At prices far too good to stand;
The boom is dead, you’ll understand,
And land is not in great demand—
It is, in short, a failure grand.
The boom’s decayed—it fades away—
And we sing Tarara boom decay.

Oh, Tarara, etc,
But where, oh! where’s the money gone?
Of millionaires we haven’t one;
The banks have had their bit of fun,
And reconstruction deeds have done.
We’ll banking institutions shun,
And steer aloof from every one.
The vision fades, alas I away,
And we sing Tarara boom decay.

Oh, Tarara, etc.

We’re told there’s no such word as fall;
The banks have told a different tale,
And everywhere there’s land “for sale.”
The question’s will we stand the gale,
And who will now for us stand bail—
Our moneyed men are all in gaol,
Diamond-cracking, so they say,
Singing Tarara boom decay.