Parodies on Song of Australia

There is a land where money goes
Not half so far as we suppose,
Land of dear boots and dearer clothes.
On many a plain the clust'ring vine,
Is spoilt into colonial wine,
Which makes us quaff
Some med-i-cine
       Australia!

There is land that's very hot,
And calls are made on pint and pot;
Where ginger ale and lemon kale,
And Hobson's stout and Bass's Ale
Meet always with a steady sale
       Australia!

There is a land where hovels peep
From narrow lanes and many a heap
Of broken bottles make infants weep;
Where the shrill yelp of half-starved dogs,
Make concert rooms of pools and bogs.
       Australia!

There is a land where rising high,
Dust and rubbish and pebbles fly
Warning you always to mind your eye;
Where tenants bolt without paying the rent,
And debtors pay claims with five per cent.,
And this is the land I've always meant.
       Australia!