While The Billy BoilsSearchHe was very bright and chirpy, was the man from Mulga Flat,He was jolly, he was pleasant, he was short and he was fat;And we welcomed him of evenings when he called to have a chat,And he talked about the pleasant times they had at Mulga Flat!
When he calmly chewed tobacco, very skilfully he spat,Through the broken pane he noticed in the window where he sat,And he told us every evening that he often whipped the cat'Cause he left the scenes of childhood down in good old Mulga Flat!
When we had a game of cricket it was “Ever hear of Mat?—Mat McGinnis?—By the hokey, he was just the bloke to bat!Got five fourers in an over, neat and slick and clean and pat,And you bet there were some bowlers too, away at Mulga Flat!”
And it got the same with everything, whatever it might be,It was “Mulga this” and “Mulga that” for breakfast and for tea.When we buried poor old Johnson from the Yarrers—even thatIt was nothing to the funerals that they had at Mulga Flat!
We had concerts which were “middling,” we had dances which were “fair,”And our football games were “decent,” but nothing to compareWith the Mulga Flat amusements, for the champions had been atEvery blessed kind of junket that was held at Mulga Flat!
Well, we stood him for a season, but we bounced him pretty soon,For we hate a barrel-organ that can only play one tune,But in every town you'll notice there is someone with a rat,Who forever keeps on magging of some place like Mulga Flat!