| Well I lost my home and fortune
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| People think I’m round the bend
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| Now I’m a dirty beggar
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| Wailing in Van Diemen’s Land
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| And all the money that some passing people give to me
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| I spend in 1000 bars and get as drunk as I can
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| Well, I’m haunted by a ghost
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| I’ve got to run away from me
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| But this ghost’s inside of me
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| So tell me when will I be free?
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| Well, I’m haunted by a ghost
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| I’ve got to run away from me
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| But this ghost’s inside of me
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| So tell me when will I be free?
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| I’ve been searching high and low
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| Just for a little piece of gold
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| But you can’t hurry love, my friend
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| That’s what I have been told
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| I have to rove and ramble and to roam the streets at night
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| Cause I can’t bear to stay at home
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| The yearning’s deep inside
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| One night I was completely drunk
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| And staggered through the town
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| My head fell on the pavement
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| As the streets moved up and down
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| When I regained my consciousness
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| I looked into your eyes
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| Oh please don’t go
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| I’m beggin' you
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| I’ll always treat you nice
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| Well I lost my home and fortune
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| People think I’m round the bend
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| Now I’m a dirty beggar
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| Wailing in Van Diemen’s Land
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| And all the money that some passing people give to me
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| I spend in 1000 bars and get as drunk as I can
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| I’m haunted by a ghost
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| I’ve got to run away from me
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| But this ghost’s inside of me
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| So tell me when will I be free?
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| Never — never — never — never
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| I’ve been rovin
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| All my life |