NINE MILES FROM GUNDAGAI



Well I'm used to punching bullock teams across the hills and plains,
And I've teamed outback these forty years in blazing droughts and rains.
I've lived a heap of trouble down without a bloomin' lie,
But I can't forget what happened 'me nine miles from Gundadai.


'Twas gettin' dark - the team got bogged.  The axle broke in two.
I lost me matches and me pipe, so what was I to do?
The rain came on, 'twas bitter cold, and hungry too was I,
And the dog he shat in the tucker-box nine miles from Gungagai.


Some blokes I know have 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, nor get me trousers dry,
And the dog he shat 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, and go through it all again,
I can forgive me rotten luck, but hang me till I dies....
I can't forgive that bloody dog nine miles from Gundagai.