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Banjo Paterson - The `Bottle-Oh` Man
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I ain`t the kind of bloke as takes to any steady job;
I drives me bottle cart around the town;
A bloke what keeps `is eyes about can always make a bob —
I couldn`t bear to graft for every brown.
There`s lots of handy things about in everybody`s yard,
There`s cocks and hens a-runnin` to an` fro,
And little dogs what comes and barks — we take `em off their guard
And we puts `em with the Empty Bottle-O!

Chorus —
So it`s any "Empty bottles! Any empty bottle-O!"
You can hear us round for half a mile or so
And you`ll see the women rushing
To take in the Monday`s washing
When they `ear us crying, "Empty Bottle-O!"

I`m driving down by Wexford-street and up a winder goes,
A girl sticks out `er `ead and looks at me,
An all-right tart with ginger `air, and freckles on `er nose;
I stops the cart and walks across to see.
"There ain`t no bottles `ere," says she, "since father took the pledge,"
"No bottles `ere," says I, "I`d like to know
What right `ave you to stick your `ead outside the winder ledge,
If you `aven`t got no Empty Bottle-O!"

I sometimes gives the `orse a spell, and then the push and me
We takes a little trip to Chowder Bay.
Oh! ain`t it nice the `ole day long a-gazin` at the sea
And a-hidin` of the tanglefoot away.
But when the booze gits `old of us, and fellows starts to "scrap",
There`s some what likes blue-metal for to throw:
But as for me, I always says for layin` out a "trap"
There`s nothing like an Empty Bottle-O!
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