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I've done my share of shearing sheep,
Of droving and all that,
And bogged a bullock team as well
On a Murrumbidgee flat.
I've seen the bullock stretch and strain,
And blink his bleary eve,
And the dog sat on the tucker box,
Nine miles from Gundagai.
I've been jilted, jarred and crossed in love,
And sand-bagged in the dark,
And if a mountain fell on me
I'd treat it as a lark.
It's when you've got your bullocks bogged.
That's the time you flog and cry,
And the dog sits on the tucker box,
Nine miles from Gundagai.
We've all got our little troubles
In life's hard thorny way,
Some strike them in a motor car
And others in a dray.
But when you're dog and bullocks strike
It ain't no apple pie,
And the dog sits on the tucker box,
Nine miles from Gundagai.
But that's all past and dead and gone,
And I've sold the team for meat,
And perhaps some day where I was bogged
There'll be an asphalt street.
The dog, ah well, he got a bait,
And thought he'd like to die,
So I buried him in the tucker box
Nine miles from Gundagai.