By a warm electric heater
And 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 I ring the bedside bell
The maid brings in
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
I am driven' out
each evening
By a chauffer
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 the 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
In a pair of dusty moleskins
By a fire of Gidgee coal