In the finest harbour in the world,
in a cove there're callin' Sydney
Where Capt Gov Phillip trimmed his sails
E A E
With shelter from the winds and the big Pacific ocean,
we landed in New South Wales.
And you should see the parrots,
all coloured in like rainbows.
Wallabies and screeching cockatoos.
And a bird that won't stop laughing,
when he sees me getting a floggin',
He wouldn't be laughing if he were in my shoes.
You beat your drum, you drink your rum,
you threaten me with hanging
It's difficult with a chain around me ankle,
but given half a chance I break,
and disappeared into the Grey Gums,
and learn to live like a native in this land.
And the native blacks are friendly
even though a bit suspicious
Of anyone with a red coat or a gun.
If I could learn their lingo and disappear into the dream time
The bush and me and the animal would be one.
And me convict mates all hate the place,
they long for mother England,
but what in the hell has she got I declare.
The chimneys are a smoking,
they're smelly and they're choking,
and the dukes own every bunny rabbit there.
And the Irish girl I lay with in the middle of the ocean,
She says she's willing and keen to marry me.
But working like a dog and treated like a donkey
Given 10 years or so I might be free.