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(One Glass)
Old man, I’m glad to see you, by the livin’ Lord I am!
I never thought we’d meet at Tally-ho!
You’d hardly shed your milk-teeth when I left you at “The Dam,”
I reckon that’s a d——long while ago!
But let us have a shicker, mate (a white man’s son are you),
For olden times and old acquaintance give the froth a blow.
(Two Glasses)
I reckerlect, old party, when we tramped the Barwon down,
What time we couldn’t muster up a chew;
The dodges we invented for a jamboree in town,
And got diddled with a brand we never knew;
But come along and name it, ‘tisn’t every day we meet,
For olden times and old acquaintance let us tap the brew.
(Three Glasses)
I knew your blanky father, and your (lovely) mother, too;
And I uster dance yer sister on me knee;
I b’lieve she hooked it after that (beauty) from Waroo—
I saw him last in Walgett on the spree;
But come and wet your whistle, mate, and then we’ll have a yarn,
For olden times and old acquaintance have a glass with me.
(The last to-day)
Your father—yes, the d—d old dog! he shook a horse of mine,
And sold him to a cocky, name of Bain;
Of twenty years I’d known him he’d been out of chokey nine—
In fact, he’s half his life-time on the chain;
But let us have a rouser, mate—the stuff yer mother liked—
For olden times and old acquaintance fill ‘em up again.
(Just one more)
You’re not too fond o’ shoutin’, you are what I call a “bum”;
You’ve got your father’s curse, that’s plain to see;
And, if I perished through it, I would never hump my drum
Along the same track where you chanced to be.
No, I don’t want to fight you—hic!—it’s up to you to shout—
For olden times an’ oldsh acquaintance, have a glass with me!
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