[INTRO]
[B]
[VERSE]
[B]When I was a young man, my age seventeen
I ought to have been serving Vic[F#]toria, my Queen
But them hard-hearted [B]judges, oh, how [E]cruel they [B]be
For to send us poor [E]lads to Aus[F#]tra[B]lia
[VERSE]
[B]I fell in with a damsel, she was handsome and gay
I neglected my work more and [F#]more everyday
And to keep her like a [B]lady, I went [E]on the high[B]way
And for that I was [E]sent to Aus[F#]tra[B]lia [A] [E]
[CHORUS]
Aus[B]tralia, Australia, I would ne'er see no more
Worn out with the fever, cast [F#]down to Death's door
And if I ever [B]live, say, [E]seven years [B]more
I would soon bid a[E]dieu to Aus[F#]tra[B]lia
[VERSE]
[B]Now the judges, they stand with their whips in their hands
And they drive us like horses to [F#]plough up the land
You should see us poor young [B]fellas, a-[E]working in the [B]gaol-yard
How cruel is our [E]fate in Aus[F#]tra[B]lia [A] [E]
[CHORUS]
Aus[B]tralia, Australia, I would ne'er see no more
Worn out with the fever, cast [F#]down to Death's door
And if I ever [B]live, say, [E]seven years [B]more
I would soon bid a[E]dieu to Aus[F#]tra[B]lia
[B]
[VERSE]
[B]When I was a young man, my age seventeen
I ought to have been serving Vic[F#]toria, my Queen
But them hard-hearted [B]judges, oh, how [E]cruel they [B]be
For to send us poor [E]lads to Aus[F#]tra[B]lia
[VERSE]
[B]I fell in with a damsel, she was handsome and gay
I neglected my work more and [F#]more everyday
And to keep her like a [B]lady, I went [E]on the high[B]way
And for that I was [E]sent to Aus[F#]tra[B]lia [A] [E]
[CHORUS]
Aus[B]tralia, Australia, I would ne'er see no more
Worn out with the fever, cast [F#]down to Death's door
And if I ever [B]live, say, [E]seven years [B]more
I would soon bid a[E]dieu to Aus[F#]tra[B]lia
[VERSE]
[B]Now the judges, they stand with their whips in their hands
And they drive us like horses to [F#]plough up the land
You should see us poor young [B]fellas, a-[E]working in the [B]gaol-yard
How cruel is our [E]fate in Aus[F#]tra[B]lia [A] [E]
[CHORUS]
Aus[B]tralia, Australia, I would ne'er see no more
Worn out with the fever, cast [F#]down to Death's door
And if I ever [B]live, say, [E]seven years [B]more
I would soon bid a[E]dieu to Aus[F#]tra[B]lia
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