My uncle dying left to me
Two thousand pounds in cash:
And I left home for New South Wales;
How could I be so rash.
A friend – he proved a foe to me _
Begged me to go on board
The vessel he was sailing in;
Sure was he, ’twas insured.
The ship, thought I, then cannot sink;
And as I could not swim,
I thought it was a lucky chance,
So I chanced my luck with him.
The passage passing fair did prove –
The Captain not amiss,
Yet after all I own the sight
Of Sydney Heads was bliss
In lodgings staying, soon I found
My cash begin to go;
For having formed high notions, I
Could think of nothing low.
My friend made calls upon my purse,
I could not friendly call;
His principle was not to pay
The principal at all.
My waning cash made me ere long
Cut short my mad career –
I fell in with my friend at home,
I fell out with him here!
I found that I must stir my stumps,
Ere I got stumpt of all;
And so I bought a flock of sheep,
that ne’er flocked at my call.
Alas! too late did I find out,
That I’d been taken in;
For not a fleece did ere I get,
But got fleeced of my tin.
The lot that was knocked down to me,
Entirely knocked me up;
And I was left on scabby sheep
To breakfast, dine, and sup.
I’m now become a settler’s man –
(Twas settled in a trice)
On tea and damper make my meals,
And think them very nice.