Mulligan's Shanty

Things is just the same as everOn the outer Never-Never,And you look to find the stock of liquor scanty;But we found things worse than ordin'ry,And in fact a bit extraordin'ry,When myself and Bill the Pinker struck the shanty.“Shanty?” says you. “What shanty?”Why, Mulligan's shanty!

I says “Whisky”; Bill says “Brandy”;But there wasn't either handy,For the boss was out of liquor in that line.“Well, I'll try a rum,” says Billy.“Got no rum,” he answers, chilly,“But I'll recommend a decent drop o' tine.”“Tine?” says Bill; “what tine?”“Why, turpentine!”

“Blow me blue!” says Bill the Pinker,“Can't yer give us a deep-sinker?Ain't yer got a cask o' beer behind the screen?”Bill was getting pretty cranky,But there wasn't any swanky.Says the landlord, “Why not try a drop o' sene?”“Sene?” says Bill; “what sene?”“Why, kerosene!”

Well, we wouldn't spend a tanner,But the boss's pleasant mannerAll our cursing couldn't easily demolish.Says he, “Strike me perpendic'larBut you beggars are partic'lar,Why, the squatter in the parlour's drinking polish!”“Polish?” says Bill; “what polish?”“Why, furniture-polish!”