Seems like only yesterday,
my how the time must fly,
Old Bullocky Bill came down the hill on his way to Gundy Guy.
As I came down to Albingo Hill,
I heard a maiden cry,
There goes Bill the Bullocky,
he's bound for Gundy Guy.
A better poor old *,
never broke an honest cross,
And a tougher poor old bludger,
never drug his whip through dust.
Seems like only yesterday,
my how the time must fly,
He had no lid on his tucker box,
did old Bill near Gundy Guy.
His team got bugged at the five-mile crick,
Bill Kasten swore and cried,
If Knobby don't get me out of this,
I'll pat to his bloody eye.
But Knobby strained and broke the yoke,
hugged out the leader's eye,
And his dog shat in his tucker box,
five miles from Gundy Guy.
Seems like only yesterday,
my how the time must fly,
Bill's dog shat in his tucker box,
on the road to Gundy Guy.