The Old Bush Songs by A. B. (Andrew Barton) Paterson
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page 54 of 126 (42%)
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Boast of your grand connections and your rich relations, too
And your own great expectations, Jimmy Sago, Jackaroo. They will send you out on horseback, the boundaries to ride But run down a marsupial and rob him of his hide, His scalp will fetch a shilling and his hide another two, Which will help to fill your pockets, Jimmy Sago, Jackaroo. Yes, to fill your empty pockets, Jimmy Sago, Jackaroo. When the boss wants information, on the men youâll do a sneak, And don a paper collar on your fifteen bob a week. Then at the lamb-marking a boss theyâll make of you. Now thatâs the way to get on, Jimmy Sago, Jackaroo. A squatter in the future Iâve no doubt you may be, But if the banks once get you, theyâll put you up a tree. To see you humping bluey, I know, would never do, âTwould mean good-bye to our new chum, Jimmy Sago, Jackaroo. Yes, good-bye to our new chum, Jimmy Sago, Jackaroo. A âJackarooâ is a young man who comes to a station to get experience. He occupies a position much like that of an apprentice on a ship, and has to work with the men though supposed to be above them in social status. Hence these sneers at the Jackaroo. |
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