As I rode in to Burrumbeet,
I met a man with funny feet;
And, when I paused to ask him
His feet were strange, he rolled his
And said the rain would spoil the wheat;
So I rode on to Burrumbeet.
As I rode in to Beetaloo,
I met a man whose nose was blue;
And when I asked him how he gotA nose like that, he answered,
Do bullocks mean when they say 'Moo'?"So I rode on to Beetaloo.
As I rode in to Ballarat,
I met a man who wore no hat;
And, when I said he might take cold,
He cried, "The hills are quite as
As yonder plains, but not so flat."So I rode on to Ballarat.
As I rode in to Gundagai,
I met a man and passed him
Without a nod, without a word.
He turned, and said he'd never
Or seen a man so wise as I.
But I rode on to Gundagai.
As I rode homeward, full of doubt,
I met a stranger riding out:
A foolish man he seemed to me;
But, "Nay,
I am yourself," said he,"Just as you were when you rode out."So I rode homeward, free of doubt.
