My wife has gone to Hay.

[gordonartist]

Hay and Hell and Booligal

Andrew Barton ‘Banjo’ Paterson



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“YOU come and see me, boys,” he said;

“You’ll find a welcome and a bed

And whisky any time you call;

Although our township hasn’t got

The name of quite a lively spot”

You see, I live in Booligal.

“And people have an awful down

Upon the district and the town”

Which worse than hell itself the call;

In fact, the saying far and wide

Along the Riverina side

Is ‘Hay and Hell and Booligal’.

“No doubt it suits ’em very well

To say its worse than Hay or Hell,

But don’t you heed their talk at all;

Of course, there’s heat”no one denies”

And sand and dust and stacks of flies,

And rabbits, too, at Booligal.

“But such a pleasant, quiet place”

You never see a stranger’s face;

They hardly ever care to call;

The drovers mostly pass it by”

They reckon that they’d rather die

Than spend the night in Booligal.

“The big mosquitoes frighten some”

You’ll lie awake to hear ’em hum”

And snakes about the township crawl;

But shearers, when they get their cheque,

They never come along and wreck

The blessed town of Booligal.

“But down to Hay the shearers come

And fill themselves with fighting-rum,

And chase blue devils up the wall,

And fight the snaggers every day,

Until there is the deuce to pay”

There’s none of that in Booligal.

“Of course, there isn’t much to see”

The billiard-table used to be

The great attraction for us all,

Until some careless, drunken curs

Got sleeping on it in their spurs,

And ruined it, in Booligal.

“Just now there is a howling drought

That pretty near has starved us out”

It never seems to rain at all;

But, if there should come any rain,

You couldn’t cross the black-soil plain”

You’d have to stop in Booligal.”

. . . . .

“We’d have to stop!” With bated breath

We prayed that both in life and death

Our fate in other lines might fall:

“Oh, send us to our just reward

In Hay or Hell, but, gracious Lord,

Deliver us from Booligal!”

Take care,

Gordon

[CARLA]

Well if I knew where the hell hay is I guess I could have a meaningful response. I don't so I ditto what MRSK said, sound like a God awful place..