TUNE: All Got A Down Upon Me
From the Sydney Songster No 1 by George Chanson (as sung at the Sydney Concert Rooms). Published in Sydney circa 1869. ‘Chanson’ was writer, singer and publisher George Layou (born London 1835. Died Bundaberg, Queensland 1898)
SITE SOURCE: Section 4. GOLD, EMIGRATION AND FREE SELECTION
ANSWER To ‘WILL YOU EVER GO HOME.’
“Will you ever go home!” is a proverb,
You’ll hear it in every in everyone’s mouth;
But I for my part mean to stay here
In our beautiful land of the South.
For though some may speak of a failure,
And point to the thousands who roam;
In sadness o’er lovely Australia
Yet still I will never go home.
So good luck to happy Australia,
In its clime we have nothing to fear;
Though thousands may speak of a failure,
Believe me I mean to stay here.
In this land there’s plenty to eat, sirs,
And ours is a rich golden soil;
No man need die out in the street, sirs,
If he is but willing to toil.
There’s a rush every day to some diggings,
And but for the new chums who come;
We’d make our pile over and over,
Which we can’t do if we go home.
You can get things as cheap here in Sydney,
As in London’s city so fair;
You can go to the Vic or Lyceum,
If you’ve only got sixpence to spare.
If you choose on some fine moonlit evening,
With some beautiful lass you may roam;
You can kick up a row with the peelers,
All the same as they do it at home.
But to Sydney there’s new chums still flocking,
You’ll meet them where’er you go;
I declare that the rush is quite shocking,
And will they go back, I don’t know.
If they don’t soon stop emigration,
There’ll be ructions I very much fear;
For who would go up to a station,
And hire for ten pounds a year.
Yet, though there’s bad-times in Australia,
There’s a better day coming in store;
Then no longer we’ll hear tell of failure,
For good luck shall smile on our shore.
The times may be bad at the present,
And may cause many poor men to roam;
But whatever comes cheerful, I’ll bear it,
For believe me I’ll never go home.