Source: SILVER SONGSTER 1905

I'VE CHUCKED UP MY PUSH FOR THE DONAH

I 'ave done with playin' fan-tan, and I've chuck'd the two-up school,
And I've left the push called Rocky, so my pals is gettin' cool;
Since I dropp'p the Strand on Sunday night they say I'm bloomin' proud,
'Cause I don't go gettin' lumbered like when I was with the crowd.
Never more I'll nark the nobs on Sunday down in the Domain,
As I lay upon the grass and cut the daisies with my cane;
I've been tryin' to be square and do the straight since
Boxin' Day,
For I'm thinkin' of the Donah wot I met at Chowder Bay.

Chorus.
Yes, I've chuck'd up my push for the Donah,
The fairest and best in the land,
The dream of my life is to own 'er,
If only she'd give me 'er 'and;
'Er 'air and 'er eyes is a treat,

And tho' she don't paint or use powder,
There ain't no toff beauty can beat
The Donah I met down at Chowder.

Oh, you oughter seen my clobber and the cady wot I wore,
With my daisy boots with heels, you bet, three inches 'igh or more,
Then the gaudy little stock and natty 'ames so neatly
And a bustin' kick of sandwiches and porkies by my side.
Rorty Bill 'd interdooced me to 'is sister, don-cher see,
And I asked 'er if she wouldn't 'ave a 'op along o' me,
When she blushed and answered gentle, "Yes, if Billy says I may"
I'd a died for that young Donah wot I met at Chowder

Then I gave 'er 'alf my san'wiches, and when the coves got sprung,
I stood keepin' off the bottles and the other things they slung.
Then we came back on the 'arbour—oh, the joy wag sweet to taste—
With her 'ead upon my shoulder and my arm around 'er waist;
And the moon was shinin' lovely so the chance I wouldn't miss,
But I asked 'er if she'd 'ave me, which she answered with a kiss.
So I'm workin' 'ard and savin' 'cause before next Boxin' Day,
I'll be hitched up with the Donah wot I met at Chowder Bay.

Yes, I've chuck'd up my push for the Donah,
There's no prouder cuss in the land
For, cullies, I'm soon goin' to own her,
She's promised to give me 'er 'and.
She's' promised to give me 'er 'and;
'Er 'air and 'er eyes is a treat,
And tho' she don't paint or use powder,
There ain't no toff beauty can beat
The donah I met down at Chowder.


SITE SOURCE: Sydney Folklore Project - Section 14: CITY LIFE

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