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Banjo Paterson - The Federal Bus Conductor and the Old Lady
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Now `urry, Mrs New South Wales, and come along of us,
We`re all a-goin` ridin` in the Federation `bus.
A fam`ly party, don`t you know — yes, Queenslans`s comin`, too,
You can`t afford it! Go along! We`ve kep` box seat for you.
The very one of all the lot that can afford it best,
You`ll only have to pay your share the same as all the rest.

You say your sons is workin` men, and can`t afford to ride!
Well, all our sons is workin` men, a-smokin` up outside.
You think you might be drove to smash by some unskilful bloke!
Well, ain`t we all got necks ourselves? And we don`t want `em broke.
You bet your lofe we`re not such fools but what we`ll do our best
To keep from harm — for harm to one is harm to all the rest.

Now, don`t go trudgin` on alone, but get aboard the trap;
That basket, labelled "Capital", you take it in your lap!
It`s nearly time we made a start, so let`s `ave no more talk:
You `urry up and get aboard, or else stop out and walk.
We`ve got a flag; we`ve got a band; out `orses travels fast;
Ho! Right away, Bill! Let `em go! The old `un`s come at last!
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