Lyrics

Come all you weary travellers that's out of work just mind You take a trip to Bungaree and plenty there you'll find Have a trial with the cockies, you can take it straight from me I'm very sure you'll rue the day you first saw Bungaree Well how I come this weary way I mean to let you know Being out of employment I didn't know where to go So I went to the registry office and there I did agree To take a job of clearing for a cocky in Bungaree His homestead was of surface mud, the roof of mouldy thatch The doors and windows hung by a nail with never a bolt or catch The chickens laid eggs on the table such a sight you never did see One laid an egg in the old tin plate of the cocky of Bungaree Well, it's early the very next morning, it was the usual go He rattled a plate for breakfast before the sun did show The stars were shining glorious and the moon was high, you see I thought before the sun would rise I'd die in Bungaree By the time I come into supper, it was just on half past nine And when I had it eat I reckon it was my bedtime But the cocky he come over to me and he says with a merry laugh I want you now for an hour or two to cut a bail of chaff Well, when the work was over, I had to nurse the youngest child Whenever I cracked a bit of a joke the missus she would smile The old feller he got jealous, looked like he'd murder me And there he sat and whipped the cat, the cocky in Bungaree Well, when I'd done my first week's work I reckoned I'd had enough I went up to that cocky and asked him for me stuff I came down into Ballarat and it didn't take me long I went straight into Sayer's Hotel and blued me one pound one So now me job is over and I'm at liberty I'll never forget the day I met that cocky in Bungaree