The Spike: or, Victoria College Review, Annual Extravaganva July 1923
Gundagai
Gundagai.
There's a track winding back to an old-fashioned shack,
Along the road to Gundagai,
Where the blue-gums are growing and the Murrumbidgee's flowing
Beneath that sunny sky,
Where my daddy and mother are waiting for me,
And the pals of my childhood once more I will see;
Then no more will I roam when I'm heading right for home
Along the road to Gundagai.