Oh, in South Australia where I wuz born, Heave away, haul away! In South Australia around Cape Horn. And we’re bound for South Australia! Heave away, you rollin’ King! Heave away, haul away! Heave away, don’t you hear me sing? And we’re bound for South Australia!
Oh, South Australia’s my native place, To get blind drunk is no disgrace!
Oh, South Australia it is me home, South Australia wherever I roam.
My wife is standin’ on the quay, The tears do start as she waves to me.
An’ when I’m on a foreign shore, I’ll think o’ me darlin’ that I adore.
An’ now I’m on a foreign strand, With a glass o’ pisco in me hand.
I’ll drink a glass to my own home shore, I’ll drink to the gal that I adore.
I’ll tell ye now, an’ it ain’t no lie, I’ll love that gal until I die.
This cross ye see at the bottom o’ the line, Is only to keep ye in me mind.
An’ now we’re homeward bound again, I’ll soon be seein’ me Sarah Jane.
