THE WOOLOOMOOLOO LAIR

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             On the day that I was born, 'twas a cold and frosty morn,
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             In the famous suburb known as Wooloomooloo,
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             It was down in Reilly Street that me folks first heard me bleat,
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             'Cause at the time I'd nothing else to do.
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             Well me mother died of fright when she saw me in the light,
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             And me father said he'd send me to the zoo,
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             But I owes a lot to him, 'cause he taught me how to swim
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             When he heaved me off the pier at Wooloomooloo.

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             Well me name it is McCarty, and I'm a rorty party,
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             I'm rough and tough as an old man kangaroo.
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             Some people say I'm crazy, I don't work because I'm lazy,
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             And I tag along in that boozing throng,
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             The push from Wooloomooloo


             Well when I was just a lad I went straightways to the bad,
             A larrikin so hard you'd strike me blue,
             But the Government was kind, they didn't seem to mind,
             And in Darlinghurst I spent a night or two.
             Well the Judge gave me a stare and he said "You're a lair!"
             They heaved me into Darlinghurst (jail, you understand),
             They gave me clothes, they cut me hair, but I didn't seem to
             care,
             And every night you'd find me in the van.

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             Well I spent some years in jail, till I began to quail:
             I resolved to live upon a different lay.
             I enlisted in the ranks of Salvation Army cranks:
             You can bet I made the bloody business pay!
             Hallelujah! I'm a lout! I knows me way about -
             I kids the mugs that I'm converted, too.
             All the lassies there I mash, and I'm never short of cash
             'Cause I beats the drum all over Wooloomooloo!

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