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A minstrel song parody Tune: The Old Folk At Home THE OLD FOLKS AT HOME'Way down bends de Yarra ribber,Not far away, Dere's where my heart's turning eber, Dat's where I Iub to stray. All de time in de Corporation Dat I hab been, I'b had many an inbitation, And many a feast hab seen. Chorus. Now de world am dark an' dreary Eb'ry where I roam, Melbourne ob us all am weary— So say de old chums at home. All round de town yon might hab wandered, Through mire on' dust, Whilst mighty sums we squandered, Money held in trust. Oh! leab us still de cibic rudder, Wid it to lib an'die, As when wid each Corporation brudder Happy was I. Now de world, etc One tow'ring house above its fellows Dearly I love; And hope of it my dreaming mellows, Whereber I rove. When shall I see de people coming All round to stare ? When hear dair voices humming Dat I'm rechosen Mayor Now de world, etc True 'tis, of drainage, gas, and water, Careless we've been, And de plague may arise and slaughter, Thieves rob unseen. But past errors kindly hurling Far, far away, Well borrow now a. million sterling; Den see what tricks we'll play. No more de world shall dark and lonely Seem where I roam; And two-shilling rates shall be de only Harm to de old chums at home |