Banjo Paterson

“ They lived the same as far-out men on many a Queensland run --
A lot of roving, droving men who drifted to and fro,
The same we did out Queensland way a score of years ago.
Now Isaac was a squatter man, and Jacob was his son,
And when the boy grew up, you see, he wearied of the run.
You know the way that boys grow up -- there's some that stick at home;
But any boy that's worth his salt will roll his swag and roam. ”

“ No more were we up Queensland way a score of years ago.
But when the stock were strong and fat with grass and lots of rain,
Then Jacob felt the call to take the homeward track again.
It's strange in every creed and clime, no matter where you roam,
There comes a day when every man would like to make for home. ”

“ To give you some instruction like -- a kind of Christmas tale --
So name your yarn, and off she goes. What, "Jonah and the Whale?"
Well, whales is sheep I've never shore; I've never been to sea,
So all them great Leviathans is mysteries to me ”