I saw him but a moment, and he was going a pace, Shouting nobbler after nobbler, with a smile upon his face.

In a week the spree was over and the cheque was all knocked down, So we shouldered our “Matildas,” and we turned our backs on town, And the girls they stood a nobbler as we sadly said “Good bye,” And we tramped from Lazy Harry’s, not five miles from Gundagai; Chorus: