While The Billy BoilsSearchNow settle you down, and I won't be long,I'm trying to do my best;I'm singin' a sort of a kind of a songTo men in the weary West.I'm not too good, but I ain't too slowAt slingin' a jinglin' rhyme;But each of us,All of us,Big and the small of us,Large and the little, and short and the tall of usLook for a break inThe workin' and wakin'—Especially Christmas Time!
They say you're rough in the weary West,And your cheeks are tanned and dark,But I never could see that a man was bestWith the style of a barber's clerk!The dudes and mashers are much the sameIn every land and clime;But some of us,Most of us,Pretty fair host of us,Gather and honour the 'Stralian toast of us—“Mulga and Wattle!”And empty a bottle—Especially Christmas Time!
Well, here's good luck to the Western fold!May your courage never be deadTill you stick your pick in a nugget of goldAs big as a statesman's head!As big as his head, but not so thick—For greed is a dreadful crime!So blowers or tailers,Though Gropers or Walers,Or pearl-fishing jokers who think you are sailors,Just up with the bottleTo “Mulga and Wattle!Australia Every Time!