Old Joe Hunt has gone to the front,
And he's as grey as a badger;
'Twas Bummer Smith he enlisted with,
The township's drunk and cadger.
They were forty-five and both alive
(The Bummer's eyes were shifty);
But because, 'twas said, of the lives they led,
They both looked more than fifty.

Old Joe Hunt has gone to the front.
I saw them both go sailing
( " By the tiller stood the priest, and the knight
Leaned over the quarter railing. " )
Or, I saw them both go steaming, I
Should have said, had I been ready —
Old Joe Hunt looked a lot less grey,
And the Bummer's eyes were steady.

Old Mother Hunt has come to the front
With the Geebung Dames, a caution,
Though for long years, in suds and tears,
The washtub was her portion.
And Cissy Smith must be reckoned with
By the Geebung Flappers — rather!
She hears no talk when they take a walk
Of her drunken loafing father.