trad
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, (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.