All Ashore!
The rattling “donkey” ceases,
The bell says we must part,
You long slab of good-nature,
And poetry and art!
We’ll miss your smile in Sydney,
We’ll miss your care-free air;
Where care-free airs are needed
And grins are growing rare.
Good health! Good pay! Good liquor,
And good pals, night and day,
Good morning and good evening—
God bless you, Hugh McCrae!
1914
