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SOURCE: AUSTRALIAN MELODIST NO 21 Air: " Castles in the Air." Written by LANCE LENTON. Sung by T. C. CALLAGHAN AND FRANK M. CLARKE SITE SOURCE: SYDNEY FOLKLORE - SECTION 19: Popular Entertainment SCOTCH BURGOO AND IRISH STEWI came from dear old Scotland,Where the praties sweetly grow, The thistle and the shamrock, And lots of things you know. The breezes of the heather I have brought along with me, Some good burgoo I have here, too, As it is plain to see. Then give Home Rule to Scotland, Where the thistle grows so green ; For I love my native country, But I've never seen the Queen. Oh, Scotty, dear, and did you hear The news that's going round; They say that praties will not grow Any more on Irish ground. What though a Scotchman don't wear pants, He has whiskers on his face; His thoughts turn to Hibernia's shore When he is near the place; And when the green is in his eye,' Ah! Mick, avick, my bairn, Gaily the troubadour waltzed round the water butt, And up went the price of meat; The boy stood on the burning deck, And his shoes were chock full of feet. Poor old Joe, etc. The queen of my heart is all very fine and large. Where did you get that hat ? So let me like a soldier fall On Molony's Fenian cat. Good-bye, sweetheart, good-bye, when the bloom is on the rye; For good old Melbourne tangle let us shout. Pretty Mary of Argyle was sitting on a stile, Singing "Johnnie, does your mother know you're out?" Poor old Joe, etc. The wild waves are saying to good old Mary Ann, It's funny when you feel that way; So meet me in the lane, when the clock strikes nine, For I've worked eight hours this day. Oh! where, and oh where is my Highland laddie gone? Still he carries on the same old game; He's a good young man who never went astray, But he gets there just the same. Poor old Joe, etc. |