Tom: B
B
[Verse]
B
When I was a young man, my age seventeen
F#
I ought to have been serving Victoria, my Queen
B E B
But them hard-hearted judges, oh, how cruel they be
E F# B
For to send us poor lads to Australia
[Verse]
B
I fell in with a damsel, she was handsome and gay
F#
I neglected my work more and more everyday
B E B
And to keep her like a lady, I went on the highway
E F# B A E
And for that I was sent to Australia
[Chorus]
B
Australia, Australia, I would ne'er see no more
F#
Worn out with the fever, cast down to Death's door
B E B
And if I ever live, say, seven years more
E F# B
I would soon bid adieu to Australia
[Verse]
B
Now the judges, they stand with their whips in their hands
F#
And they drive us like horses to plough up the land
B E B
You should see us poor young fellas, a-working in the gaol-yard
E F# B A E
How cruel is our fate in Australia
[Chorus]
B
Australia, Australia, I would ne'er see no more
F#
Worn out with the fever, cast down to Death's door
B E B
And if I ever live, say, seven years more
E F# B
I would soon bid adieu to Australia
