Nine Miles From Gundagai

I'm used to driving bullock teams across the hills and plains,
I've teamed out back for forty years in blazing drougt and rains,
I've lived a heap of trouble down without a bloomin' lie,
But I can't forget what happened to me, nine miles from Gundagai.

'Twas getting dark, the team was bogged, the axle snapped in two,
I lost me matches and me pipe so what was I to do?
The rain came down,'twas bitter cold, and hungry too was I,
And the dog shit in the tucker box, nine miles from Gundagai.

Some blokes I know has stacks of luck, no matter how they fall,
But there was I, Lord love a duck,no blasted luck at all,
I couldn't make a pot of tea, or get me trousers dry,
And the dog shit in the tucker box, nine miles from Gundagai.

I can forgive the blinkin' team, I can forgive the rain,
I can forgive the dark and cold - I'd go through it again,
I can forgive me rotten luck, but hang me till I die,
I can't forgive that bloody dog, nine miles from Gudagai.

Anon.