You're a lady, you're a lady, you're a lady, you're a lady, you're a lady, you're a lady
I just come from Sydney across the range of mountains
Where the billy goats and the nanny goats and the moocows do dwell
I just come in search of a pretty little maiden
But to where she is now I cannot tell
You're a lady, you're a lady, you're a lady, you're a lady, you're a lady, you're a lady
Oh, how shall I find her? To you I'll describe her
She wears a flannel petticoat and a cap upon her head
She sleeps while she's walking, snores while she's talking
And her clothes are all marked with the WXYZ
You're a lady, you're a lady, you're a lady, you're a lady, you're a lady, you're a lady
You're a lady, you're a lady, you're a lady, you're a lady, you're a lady
Oh, how shall I find her? She ran away with the Chinaman
Farewell to the billy goats and the nanny goats, oh I
Farewell to the moocows, to the sea shore I'll wander
And in its dark waters I'll lay me down and get up again
You're a lady, you're a lady, you're a lady, you're a lady, you're a lady, you're a lady, you're a lady
You're the lady, you're the lady.