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Our money's all spent, to the deuce went it! / The landlord, he looks glum, / On the tap-room wall, in a very bad scrawl, / He has chalked to us a sum. / But a glass we'll take, ere the grey dawn break, / And then saddle up and away -- / Theodolite-tum, theodolite-ti, theodolite-too-ral-ay.
With a measured beat fall our horses' feet, / Galloping side by side; / When the money's done, and we've had our fun, / We all are bound to ride. / O'er the far-off plain we'll drag the chain, / And mark the settler's way -- / Theodolite-tum, theodolite-ti, theodolite-too-ral-ay.