Chorus

But we camped at Lazy Harry’s, on the road to Gundagai

The road to Gundagai! Not five miles from Gundagai!

Yes, we camped at Lazy Harry’s, on the road to Gundagai.

Well, we struck the Murrumbidgee near the Yanko in a

week,

And passed through old Narrandera and crossed the Burnet

Creek.

And we never stopped at Wagga, for we’d Sydney in our eye.

But we camped at Lazy Harry’s, on the road to Gundagai.

Chorus: But we camped, &c.

Oh, I’ve seen a lot of girls, my boys, and drunk a lot of beer,

And I’ve met with some of both, chaps, as has left me mighty

queer;

But for beer to knock you sideways, and for girls to make

you sigh,

You must camp at Lazy Harry’s, on the road to Gundagai.

Well, we chucked our blooming swags off, and we walked

into the bar,

And we called for rum-an’-raspb’ry and a shilling each cigar.

But the girl that served the pizen, she winked at Bill and I—

And we camped at Lazy Harry’s, not five miles from

Gundagai.

In a week the spree was over and the cheque was all knocked

down,

So we shouldered our “Matildas,” and we turned our backs

on town,

And the girls they stood a nobbler as we sadly said “Good

bye,”

And we tramped from Lazy Harry’s, not five miles from

Gundagai;

Chorus: And we tramped, &c.

“Humped our blues serenely.”—To hump bluey is to carry

one’s swag, and the name bluey comes from the blue blankets.

To “Shoulder Matilda” is the same thing as to “hump

bluey.”