Bundlin

My name is Willy Reilly
In Dublin I was born
And for my bad behaviour
I was forced to cross the foam

With me bundlin on my shoulder
My shilleleagh in me hand
For to ramble the bushes of Australia
Like a true-born Irish man

The wind being in our favor
We raised our sails with glee
And we gave three hearty cheers, me boys
Going down the Irish Sea
We gave three hearty cheers, me boys
Going down the Irish Sea
And on the eleventh day of April
We landed in Port Magee

With me bundlin on my shoulder
My shilleleagh in me hand
For to ramble the bushes of Australia
Like a true-born Irish man

And when we reached old Melbourne
The ladies danced with joy
Says one of them to the other
“Here comes that Irish boy!”
And some they drank from glasses
And some they drank from cans
And we sang and danced all ’round the house
To the health of this Irish man

With me bundlin on my shoulder
My shilleleagh in me hand
For to ramble the bushes of Australia
Like a true-born Irish man

Says the mother to her daughter
“I cannot understand
Why you’re going to wed this Irish boy
All the way from Paddy’s land”
Says the daughter to her mother
“Should I do the best I can
For to ramble the bushes of Australia
With my true-born Irish man”

With me bundlin on my shoulder
My shilleleagh in me hand
For to ramble the bushes of Australia
Like a true-born Irish man

With me bundlin on my shoulder
My shilleleagh in me hand
For to ramble the bushes of Australia
Like a true-born Irish man