A. L. Lloyd
A. L. Lloyd
A. L. Lloyd
Trevor Lucas
A. L. Lloyd
Martyn Wyndham-Reade
Trevor Lucas
A. L. Lloyd
A. L. Lloyd
Trevor Lucas
A. L. Lloyd
A. L. Lloyd
Martyn Wyndham-Reade
Martyn Wyndham-Reade
A. L. Lloyd
Roto is a station in South Central NSW. Gundagai lies on what is now the main road from Sydney to Melbourne, the Hume Highway. More songs mention Gundagai than any other town in Australia.
Something interesting to note about this song is that each time the chorus is sung, it differs slightly.
Oh, we started out from Roto, when the sheds had all cut out
We'd whips and whips of rhino as we meant to push about;
We humped our blueys serenely and made for Sydney town
With a three-spot cheque between us that wanted knocking down
[Chorus]
And we camped at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai
The road to Gundagai, five miles from Boonabri;
Yes, we camped at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai
Well, we struck the Murumbidgee near the Yanco in a week
And passed through Narrandera, and crossed the Burnett Creek;
And we never stopped at Wagga, for we'd Sydney in our eye
And we camped at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai
[Chorus]
Yes, we camped at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai
The road to Gundagai, five miles from Boonabri;
Yes, we camped at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai
Well, I've seen a lot of girls, me boys, and drunk a lot of beer
I've met with some of both, me lads, that's left me pretty queer
But for beer to knock you sideways and girls to make you cry
You should camp at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai
[Chorus]
You should camp at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai
The road to Gundagai, five miles from Boonabri;
You should camp at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai
Well, we chucked our flamin' swags off and walked up to the bar
We called fo rum and raspberry and a shilling each cigar;
But the girl that served the poison, she winked at Bill and I
So we camped at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai
[Chorus]
Oh, we camped at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai
The road to Gundagai, not five miles from Boonabri;
We camped at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai
In a week the spree was over and our cheque was all knocked down
So we shouldered our matildas and turned our backs on town
And the girls stood us a nobbler as we sadly said goodbye
And we tramped from Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai
[Chorus]
Yes, we tramped from Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai
The road to Gundagai, five miles from Boonabri;
Yes, we tramped flat broke from Harry's on the road to Gundagai