Nine miles from Gundagai

I'm used to driving bullock teams across the hills and plains,

I've teamed out back for forty years in blazing drougt and rains,

I've lived a heap of trouble down without a bloomin' lie,

But I can't forget what happened to me, nine miles from Gundagai.

 

'Twas getting dark, the team was bogged, the axle snapped in two,

I lost me matches and me pipe so what was I to do?

The rain came down, 'twas bitter cold, and hungry too was I,

And the dog shit in the tucker box, nine miles from Gundagai.

 

Some blokes I know has stacks of luck, no matter how they fall,

But there was I, Lord love a duck, no blasted luck at all,

I couldn't make a pot of tea, or get me trousers dry,

And the dog shit in the tucker box, nine miles from Gundagai.

 

I can forgive the blinkin' team, I can forgive the rain,

I can forgive the dark and cold - I'd go through it again,

I can forgive me rotten luck, but hang me till I die,

I can't forgive that bloody dog, nine miles from Gudagai.

 

(Author unknown)