The Road to Gundagai
The mountain road goes up and down From Gundagai to Tumut Town And, branching off, there runs a track Across the foothills grim and black, Across the plains and ranges grey To Sydney city far away. It came by chance one day that I From Tumut rode to Gundagai, And reached about the evening tide The crossing where the roads divide; And, waiting at the crossing place, I saw a maiden fair of face, With eyes of deepest violet blue, And cheeks to match the rose in hue -- The fairest maids Australia knows Are bred among the mountain snows. Then, fearing I might go astray, I asked if she could show the way. Her voice might well a man bewitch -- Its tones so supple, deep, and rich. "The tracks are clear," she made reply, "And this goes down to Sydney Town, And that one goes to Gundagai." Then slowly, looking coyly back, She went along the Sydney track And I for one was well content To go the road the lady went; But round the turn a swain she met -- The kiss she gave him haunts me yet! I turned and travelled with a sigh The lonely road to Gundagai.