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A parody Tune: Ben Bolt Ben Bolt'Oh! don't you remember sweet Fanny, Ben Bolt,Sweet Fanny, so ruddy and brown, The housemaid we used to admire so much When we came from the bush into town ? In a fine large house with white facing. Ben Bolt, in Collins-Street, built of grey stone. Your Fanny presides over servants herself, And her husband. the mansion doth own. Oh', don't you remember the oak, Ben Bolt, That stood, upon old. Batman's Hill, Where oft we have laid in the scanty shade, As we gazed on the Yarra so still ? The Yarra is now covered with shipping, Ben And the steamers ply, coining the tin; And there, where tranquility peacefully reigned, You may now hear a great city's din. Oh! don't you remember the bar, Ben Bolt, The bar where we all used to swill? 'Tis now built of marble - of course you'll expect A proportionate change in the bill. You remember the corner-allotment, Ben Bolt, That I bought for ten pounds from the Crown? 'Tis now worth ten thousand.�I perhaps might get more - 'Tis the beat piece of land in the town. There's a change in the state of affairs, Ben Bolt,� A change from the old to the new; But, ye streets, drains, and foot-paths, are shambles,�I feel That there is no change to you. Twelve years, nay thirteen, have passed, Ben Bolt, Since they should have been made - but I shame To say that, with Mayor and Town-council, since then, They continue exactly the same. |