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CHARLIE LOLLBACK
The Old Bark HutMy name is Bob the swagman, before you all I stand,And I've had many ups and downs whilst travelling through the land, I once was well to do, my boys, but now I'm all stumped up, And I'm forced to go on rations, in on old bark hut. In an old bark hut, in an old bark hut, I'm forced to go on rations in an old bark hut. Ten pounds of flour, ten pounds of meat, some sugar and some tea, That's all they give a hungry man, until the seventh day, And if you're not mighty careful, you'll go with a hungry gut, And that's one of the great misfortunes, in an old bark hut. The bucket you boil your beef in has to carry water too, They'd say you're getting mighty flash, if you should ask for two, I've a billy can and a pint pot and a broken handle cup, And they all adorn the table of my old bark hut. The table is not a bit of wood, as many you have seen For if I had one half as good I'd think myself serene. It's only an old sheet of bark; God knows when it was cut, It was blown from off the rafters of that old bark hut. Such packs of fleas you never saw, they are so plump and fat, If you should make a grab at one, he'll spit just like a cat, Last night they found my pack of cards, and were fighting for the cut, And I thought the devil had me in the old bark hut. And now, my boys, I've sung my song and that as well as I could, And I hope the ladies present will not think my language rude, And all you younger people, in the days when you grow up, Just remember Bob the swagman, in his old bark hut. |