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Tune: "Ballyhooley"
Now ye gallant Sydney boys, who have left your household joys / To march across the sea in search of glory, / I am very much afraid that you do not love parade, / But the rum parade is quite another story. / For the influenza came and to spoil its little game, / They ordered we should drink a curious mixture; / Though at first it frightened some, when they found it mostly rum, / Parade became a very pleasant fixture.