The Close Shave/East at Glendart

Lyrics

Come gather round you diggers who work the goldfields rare It's of a trick was played on me which caused me to despair I came to town the other day my hard earned gold to trade 'Twas there I met a pretty maid, who did my heart betray Her lips were red as roses, her eyes a deep sky blue Her hair as yellow as the gold, she stole from me and you She took me to a public house and therе we did imbibe In whiskey and strong portеr, and dreadful stuff besides It's then she asked me up to bed, to which I did agree But truth to tell I fell asleep, before she earned her fee When I awoke next morning, no trousers could I find But scattered all around me were women's clothes so fine My jacket, shoes and gold had gone, and all that's left behind Is a woman's dress, a yellow wig and a shaving kit, not mine Why did she need the wig? Why did she need to shave? It's then the truth it struck me, in a fit of blinding rage My pretty maid's a man I cried, be thanks I fell asleep I'd rather lose a bag of gold, than face that dirty creep To venture in the street again, I cautiously inclined I had a shave, put on the wig, and wore the dress so fine And as I walked along the road, a digger gave a wink I thought of all the gold he had, so I offered him a drink Now you might think it sinful, oh you might think it bold To take advantage of the lads who struggle for the gold It's easy putting on a dress and drinking whiskey neat But leave your shaving kit behind when they are fast asleep