South Australia (Finale in Song version for the Queen)1st Chorus: So heave ‘er up, my bully, bully boys. Heave away, haul away. Heave ‘er up and don’t you make a noise, And we’re bound away to Australia. South Australia’s my native born land. Heave away, haul away. Full of rocks and thieves and fleas and sand, And we’re bound away to Australia. (1st chorus) Say beefsteak, beefsteak, make a little gravy. Heave away, haul away. Say your thing, my thing, let’s make a little baby, And we’re bound away to Australia. (1st chorus) Oh when I left my wife for the sea to roam. Heave away, haul away. Her words to me were “Don’t you come home,” And we’re bound away to Australia. (1st chorus) 1-2-3-4! In South Australia I was born! To heave away, haul away! In South Australia ‘round Cape Horn! We’re bound for South Australia! ‘Tis there I met the Queenie fair! To heave away, haul away! How I love her bright red hair! We’re bound for South Australia! 2nd Chorus: Haul away you rollin’ kings! Heave away, haul away! All the way you’ll hear me sing, We’re bound for South Australia! I shook her up, I shook her down! To heave away, haul away! I shook her round and round the town! We’re bound for South Australia! The only thing that grieves my mind! To heave away, haul away! Is to leave that Queenie’s fair behind! We’re bound for South Australia! (2nd chorus) Captain boasts and first mate too! To heave away, haul away! They’re all drunk and so screwed! We’re bound for South Australia! Now I’m safe and on dry land! To heave away, haul away! With a bottle of whiskey in my hand! We’re bound for South Australia! (2nd chorus x 2) |
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