Oh ohhhhh I come from plurry Queensland and my name is Paddy Gramp
Work out on cattle station longa white man mustering camp
I chase and throw the scrubber bull, ride buckjump horse for sport
This ringer job I learn'em well when knee high to a quart

Ten day alonga week I work and sometime longa still
Boss say I catch’em overtime when government pass the bill
There’s sand mixed longa flour and my meat left longa bone
When damper cooked to me he taste all same alonga grindstone

Oh ohhhhh in wintertime one blanket job all night alonga freeze up
Maybe bullock jump the rush and Paddy get the breeze up
Old packhorse cook he all time growl but me still none the wiser
Policeman catch him plurry quick alonga breathalyser

Head stockman boss I tell 'im quick I pullout longa station
Go walkabout alonga creek once more with all the ‘laitions
Boss take me to his office then and this is what he say
Oh I’ll read your statement Paddy, before you get your pay
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Ohhhhh ohhhh there’s a pound of black terbaccer and a shirt and trouser set
A pair of boots you never got and a hat you didn’t get
There’s a stockwhip and a quartpot, what you didn’t get you spent
And of course there’s our commission roughly 25%

There’s a dozen stubby bottles, let me see that’s 24
And the refund on the empties means you’re down a few cents more
There’s sales tax plus the duty and the freight we multiply
There’s your cheque a dollar fifty cost of living getting high

Oh so there you have it Paddy wrote down in black and white
But I’d like you just to check and convince yourself its right
Oh then I knocks the slab right out of the old Kentucky home you know
I say to him “It looks alright to me boss I call back through the door
I been selling clean skin mickeys for the last 12 months or more”

From the LP “Cattle Camp Crooner” August 1969
Barcoo Bill