The Man from Snowy River

Last Week

   Oh, the new-chum went to the back block run,
   But he should have gone there last week.
   He tramped ten miles with a loaded gun,
   But of turkey or duck he saw never a one,
   For he should have been there last week,
    They said,
   There were flocks of 'em there last week.

   He wended his way to a waterfall,
   And he should have gone there last week.
   He carried a camera, legs and all,
   But the day was hot, and the stream was small,
   For he should have gone there last week,
    They said.
   They drowned a man there last week.

   He went for a drive, and he made a start,
   Which should have been made last week,
   For the old horse died of a broken heart;
   So he footed it home and he dragged the cart —
   But the horse was all right last week,
    They said.
   He trotted a match last week.

   So he asked the bushies who came from far
   To visit the town last week,
   If they'd dine with him, and they said 'Hurrah!'
   But there wasn't a drop in the whisky jar —
   You should have been here last week,
    He said,
   I drank it all up last week!