1. Now, all you blokes, take my advice And do your daily toil, But don't go out to Bungaree To work on the chocolate soil. For the days they are so long, my boys, They'll break your heart in two; And if ever you work for cocky Bourke You very soon will know. Chorus: Oh we used to go to bed, you know, A little bit after dark. The room we used to sleep in, It was just like Noah's Ark There were dogs and rats and mice and cats And pigs and poulteree. I'll never forget the time we had While down in Bungaree!

2. On the thirsty Monday morning, sure, To work I had to go. My noble cocky says to me, "Get up! You're rather slow." The moon was shining gloriously, And the stars were out, you see, And I thought before the sun would rise I'd die in Bungaree. Chorus: 3. Oh, he called me to my supper At half past eight or nine, He called me to my breakfast Before the sun could shine, And after tea was over, All with a merry laugh, The old cocky says to me, "We'll cut a bit of chaff." Chorus:

4. "Now when you are chaff-cutting, Boys, isn't it a spell?" "Yes, by Jove," says I, "it is, And it's me that knows it well!" For many of those fellows With me they disagree, For I hate the jolly nightwork that They do in Bungaree. Chorus:

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