Publication: Melbourne Herald
Date: 07 June 1933
Who was ut sthood benathe the tree? Sweeney! Sweeney! An lint a hand to you an' me? Sweeney! Sweeney! An' whin the pums were ripe an' black, An' mouths was wat'rin' fur a snack, Who let us climb upon his back? Whiroo! Sweeney! Who is ut scorned both place and pelf? Sweeney! Sweeney! An' axed no plum to ate himself? Sweeney! Sweeney! But whin the juice began to dhrip An' run from manny a greedy lip, Who niver aiven craved the pip? Whiroo! Sweeney! Who is ut was the dacint man? Sweeney! Sweeney! But now, avick, he's changed his plan. Wisha! Sweeney! He's cocked an eye aloft of late; He'll sthoop no more to help a mate; He wants a plum himsilf to ate! Whisht now! Sweeney! Ah, will ye not bend down once more, Sweeney? -- Sweeney! He will not; for that day is o'er. Sweeney! Sweeney! For three score years, an' tin, an' two, He labored long for me an' you. An' now the man must ate. Whiroo! Bring on the plume! For Sweeney!