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By a warm electric heater
In a softly padded chair
In a lounge room brightly lighted
By a glowing chandelier
Since my early days of drovin'
The years have taken toll
But I somehow miss my swag wrap
By a fire of Gidgee coal

When I wake from sleep each morning
And ring my bedside bell
The maid brings me my breakfast
And she fills my pipe as well
There are cakes and sweetened coffee
On a tray of sparkling gold
But I miss black tea and damper
By a fire of Gidgee coal

I'm driven out each evening
By a chaffeur spruce and neat

Through the flowered parks and gardens
And the crowded city streets
But I drift back through the ages
While the big car softly rolls
To a stock route and a wagonette
And a fire of Gidgee coal

I attend all social parties
In the rich parts of town
Drinking wine from fancy glasses
As the waiters go their rounds
But I'd rather share a bottle
With those drovin' mates of old
In a pair of dusty moleskins
By a fire of Gidgee coal
Yes I'd rather share a bottle
With those drovin' mates of old
In a pair of dusty moleskins
By a fire of Gidgee coal