Tune: The Bluetail Fly

Way down south in Jackson's Bay,
There lived a miner old and grey,
And to his hut so warm and dry
There came each night a Big Sandfly.

Tucker all gone, but I don't care!
Tucker all gone, but I don't care!
Tucker all gone, but I don't care!
Goodbye, Big Sandfly.

Then one day the old man said,
Far too long on me you've fed,
If I starve then you will die —
I've gotta to get rid of you, Big Sandfly!

Tucker all gone, etc.

This old man refused to eat
He drank no beer and he ate no meat;
They both grew thinner by and by,
The old man and the Big Sandfly.

Tucker all gone, etc.

Then one day the old man died;
They buried his billies by his side,
And on a stone they carved with pride:
"The victim of a Big Sandfly."

Tucker all gone, etc.

Sad the mourners turned to go,
When they heard a voice sing soft and low,
And from the tombstone standing nigh,
There came the song of the Big Sandfly.

Tucker all gone, but I don't care!
Tucker all gone, but I don't care!
Bury him deeply as you can —
For I'm going to get another old man!

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Kieran,
Co-Treasurer