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[Intro] B [Verse]
BWhen I was a young man, my age seventeen I ought to have been serving VicF#toria, my Queen But them hard-hearted Bjudges, oh, how Ecruel they Bbe For to send us poor Elads to AusF#traBlia
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BI fell in with a damsel, she was handsome and gay I neglected my work more and F#more everyday And to keep her like a Blady, I went Eon the highBway And for that I was Esent to AusF#traBlia A E
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AusBtralia, Australia, I would ne'er see no more Worn out with the fever, cast F#down to Death's door And if I ever Blive, say, Eseven years Bmore I would soon bid aEdieu to AusF#traBlia
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BNow the judges, they stand with their whips in their hands And they drive us like horses to F#plough up the land You should see us poor young Bfellas, a-Eworking in the Bgaol-yard How cruel is our Efate in AusF#traBlia A E
[Chorus]
AusBtralia, Australia, I would ne'er see no more Worn out with the fever, cast F#down to Death's door And if I ever Blive, say, Eseven years Bmore I would soon bid aEdieu to AusF#traBlia