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In South Australia I was born, Heave away, haul away, In South Australia round Cape Horn We’re bound for South Australia. Chorus: Haul away, you rolling king, Well, heave away, haul away, Haul away, oh hear me sing, We’re bound for South Australia. As I walked out one morning fair, Twas there I met Miss Nancy Blair. There only one thing grieves me mind, That’s leaving Nancy Blair behind. O when I sail across the sea, My girl says she’d be true to me. Oh, when we sail around Cape Horn, You’ll wish to God you’d never been born. I wish I was on Australia strand, With a glass of whiskey in my hand.