SOURCE: Words P C Cole from the pantomine Jack & Jill by Bert Bailey 1919
SITE SOURCE: CITY LIFE

Billo

Them ragtime songs make me fair pippy
All Hawaii or old Dixieland
And the same sorts of tarts alwuz in 'em
With golden hair, starry eyes, lily 'ands
But tell me what's wrong with Orstralia
An the clina on which I am shook
I don't want no cotton fields shady
An I don't want no soft purlin brook.

Gimme old Sydney and gimme a tart
An' then I am simply orl right
Can any bloke point to a better old joint
Than George street on Saturday night
When me and my Maudie is strolling along
Me cobbers all try to be smart
Git out of the way 'that's Billo' they say
Walking out with his fair dinkum tart'
On Circular Quay once we wuz standin'
An gazed at the water below
In the lampkight we feel sentimental
'Oldin' hands all that rot well you know
Sez maude 'Prove you're fond o' me reely'
So I looks to see no one wuz near
Then I gives er a kiss and she murmurs
'Now yer loves me I know Billo dear.

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