When to Sydney I got, there a merchant I met, Who said he would teach me a fortune to get; He’d cattle and sheep past the colony’s bounds, Which he sold with the station for my thousand pounds. Oh dear, lackaday, oh, He gammon’d the cash out of Billy Barlow.
When the bargain was struck, and the money was paid, He said, “My dear fellow, your fortune is made; I can furnish supplies for the station, you know, And your bill is sufficient, good Mr. Barlow.” Oh dear, lackaday, oh, A gentleman settler was Billy Barlow.
So I got my supplies, and I gave him my bill, And for New England started, my pockets to fill; But by bushrangers met, with my traps they made free, Took my horse and left Billy bailed to a tree. Oh dear, lackaday, oh, “I shall die of starvation,” thought Billy Barlow.
At last I got loose, and I walked on my way; A constable came up, and to me did say, “Are you free?” Says I, “Yes, to be sure; don’t you know?” And I handed my card, “Mr. William Barlow.” Oh dear, lackaday, oh, He said, “That’s all gammon,” to Billy Barlow.
Then he put on the handcuffs, and brought me away Right back down to Maitland, before Mr. Day. When I said I was free, why the J.P. replied, “I must send you down to be i—dentified.” Oh dear, lackaday, oh, So to Sydney once more went poor Billy Barlow.
They at last let me go, and I then did repair For my station once more, and at length I got there; But a few days before, the blacks, you must know, Had spear’d all the cattle of Billy Barlow. Oh dear, lackaday, oh, “It’s a beautiful country,” said Billy Barlow.
And for nine months before no rain there had been, So the devil a blade of grass could be seen; And one-third of my wethers the scab they had got, And the other two-thirds had just died of the rot. Oh dear, lackaday, oh, “I shall soon be a settler,” said Billy Barlow.
And the matter to mend, now my bill was near due, So I wrote to my friend, and just asked to renew; He replied he was sorry he couldn’t, because The bill had passed into a usurer’s claws. Oh dear, lackaday, oh, “But perhaps he’ll renew it,” said Billy Barlow.
I applied; to renew he was quite content, If secured, and allowed just three hundred per cent.; But as I couldn’t do, Barr, Rodgers, and Co. Soon sent up a summons for Billy Barlow. Oh dear, lackaday, oh, They soon settled the business of Billy Barlow.