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!