I remember once so very long ago now it seems
I was working on a cattle come sheep station
And myself and three men were digging out rabbits
As they were real bad back then beyong imagination
The boss was away over seas at the time on holidays
And a sydney come new chum manager was filling in
He always rode the same biggest oldest grey horse
As it was one he thought that would not get rid of him
We were far up on a furny hillside having morning tea
When he on this grey nag came strutting up to us there
And we were sitting next to an old bent largest log
So he decided to do what nature often demands so fair
He went around the other side of this log three feet high
And undid his overalls and squatted right there down
So we I slid a shovel under that log and under him
When he had gotten up looking down he wore a frown
We had made sure the shovel was slid well out of sight
And walking around coughing to us he softly back then said
I just went to the toilet but when I looked it was gone
And my mate said then ,, God these big flies out here I dred
FLIES ,, He replied flies .. flies can't carry that away
My mate said , oh these giants flies you've never seen before
They carried away my hat the other day mate it's true
And that was goodby new hat for simply ever more.