我将唱小曲,我相信你不会think flat. Of a fine fat saucy Chinaman Who lives on Ballarat, Whose pigtail is wound round his nut In a tremendous plait, And who wears on most occasions A mushroom-looking hat. Like a fine fat saucy Chinaman, One of the present time. His tent is on the Red Hill, and He's fossicking all day; And though he takes what others leave, Contrives to make it pay; And sometimes gets big nuggets, As I've heard people say, For, by dint of perseverance, He always pays his way. But the people on the diggings Complain of him in shoals - They say he's always damaging The splendid waterholes; And when they catch him at it, Into a rage they fly; But, "Welly good no sabby," Is all John will reply. There's an awful insurrection In China now 'tis said; He comes away, but finds here too A price set on his head; But as the ten pound poll tax He swears he will not stand, He goes on shore at Adelaide, And tramps it overland. Now John with all his many faults, Leads an industrious life; The greatest drawback that he has Is that he has no wife; And as he is a bachelor, Of course he never pops To spend his tin in any of The millinery shops. Now as he's getting lots of gold, I've not the slightest doubt That ultimately Chinese girls By thousands will come out, Of all sizes and complexions To please both great and small, For John says that without a wife, He can't get on at all.