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When I was at home I was down on my luck, / And I earned a poor living by drawing a truck; / But old aunt died, and left me a thousand -- "Oh, oh, / I'll start on my travels," said Billy Barlow. / Oh dear, lackaday, oh, / So off to Australia came Billy Barlow.
When to Sydney I got, there a merchant I met, / Who said he would teach me a fortune to get; / He'd cattle and sheep past the colony's bounds, / Which he sold with the station for my thousand pounds. / Oh dear, lackaday, oh, / He gammon'd the cash out of Billy Barlow.