"Sweetheart I'm bidding you fond farewell"
Murmured a youth one day;
"I'm off to a new land, my fortune to try
And I'm ready to sail away"
Far away in Australia,
soon will fate be kind
And I will be ready to welcome at last
The girl I left behind
"Must we be parted?" this fair one cried
"I would not let you go"
"But I must leave you," the young man replied
"But for only a while, you know"
Now in success or failure
I will always be true
And proudly each day in the land far away
I'll be building a home for you
Daily she waits at the old cottage gate
Watching the whole day through
Then one day a message from over the sea
And I'm hoping these words are true:-
Far away in Australia,
Now has come the time
When I am ready to welcome at last
The girl I left behind
