You often have been told of regiments brave and bold,
But we are the bravest in the land; We’re called the Tag-rag Band, and we rally in Queensland, We are members of the Wallaby Brigade. Chorus Tramp, tramp, tramp across the borders, The swagmen are rolling up, I see. When the shearing’s at an end we’ll go fishing in a bend. Then hurrah! for the Wallaby Brigade. When you are leaving camp, you must ask some brother tramp If there are any jobs to be had, Or what sort of a shop that station is to stop For a member of the Wallaby Brigade. Chorus: Tramp, tramp, tramp, &c. You ask me if they want men, you ask for rations then, If they don’t stump up a warning should be made; To teach them better sense—why, “Set fire to their fence” Is the war cry of the Wallaby Brigade. Chorus: Tramp, tramp, tramp, &c. The squatters thought us done when they fenced in all their run, But a prettier mistake they never made; You’ve only to sport your dover and knock a monkey over— There’s cheap mutton for the Wallaby Brigade. Chorus: Tramp, tramp, tramp, &c. Now when the shearing’s in our harvest will begin, Our swags for a spell down will be laid; But when our cheques are drank we will join the Tag-rag rank, Limeburners in the Wallaby Brigade. Chorus: Tramp, tramp, tramp, &c. To knock a monkey over is to kill a sheep, monkey being slang for sheep in many parts of the bush. |