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By a warm electric heater,

In a softly padded chair,

In a lounge room brightly lighted

By a glowing chandelier.

Since my early days of drovin',

The years have taken toll.

But I somehow miss my swag wrap,

By a fire of Gidgee coal.

When I wake from sleep each morning

And ring my bedside bell,

The maid brings me my breakfast,

And she fills my pipe as well.

There are cakes and sweetened coffee,

On a tray of sparkling gold.

But I miss black tea and damper,

By a fire of Gidgee coal.

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I’m driven out each evening

By a chaffeur spruce and neat,

Through the flowered parks and gardens

And the crowded city streets.

But I drift back through the ages,

While the big car softly rolls.

To a stock route and a wagonette,

And a fire of Gidgee coal.

I attend all social parties

In the rich parts of town.

Drinking wine from fancy glasses

As the waiters go their rounds.

But I’d rather share a bottle

With those drovin' mates of old.

In a pair of dusty moleskins,

By a fire of Gidgee coal.

Yes I’d rather share a bottle

With those drovin' mates of old.

In a pair of dusty moleskins,

By a fire of Gidgee coal.

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