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!