The Bushman
By Banjo Paterson (Andrew Barton)
(Air: Wearing of the Green.)
When the merchant lies down, he can scarce go to sleep
For thinking of his merchandise upon the fatal deep;
His ships may be cast away or taken in a war,
So him alone well envy not, who true bushmen are.
Chorus: Who true bushmen are,
Who true bushmen are,
So him alone well envy not, who true bushmen are!
When the soldier lies down, his mind is full of thought
Oer seeking that promotion which so long he has sought;
He fain would gain repose for mortal wound or scar,
So him also well envy not, who true bushmen are.
Chorus: Who true bushmen are, &c.
When the sailor lies down, his mind he must prepare
To rouse out in a minute if the wind should prove unfair.
His voyage may be stopped for the want of a spar,
So him also well envy not, who true bushmen are.
Chorus: Who true bushmen are, &c.
When the bushman lies down, his mind is free from care,
He knows his stock will furnish him with meat, wear and tear.
Should all commerce be ended in the event of a war,
Then bread and beef wont fail us boys, who true bushmen are.
Chorus: Who true bushmen are, &c.
Then fill, fill your glasses, a toast Ill give you, then,
To you who call yourselves true-hearted men.
Heres a health to the soldier and een the jolly tar,
And may they always meet as good friends as we bushmen are.
Chorus: Who true bushmen are,
Who true bushmen are,
And may they always meet as good friends as we bushmen are.