Lyrics:

By A Warm Electric Heater And A Softly Padded Chair
in A Loungeroom 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