Uncle Walter

Uncle Walter he was doing just fine

He had himself a mean little line

Forging, stealing, perhaps wife beatin’

Maybe because he was poor

He fell foul of the law

Seven years for stealin’

That would crush anyone’s feelin’s

But this is 1870, down under he must go

Maybe because he was poor

He fell foul of the law

Alwick Castle was his prison at sea

And if he made an attempt to flee

Officer Williamson watched over him

Maybe because he was poor

He fell foul of the law

In Adelaide he freed himself

Discovering some new found wealth

Coats and trousers, stamps and money

Up to his old tricks again

He fell foul of the law

Spotted, caught and apprehended

Williamson made sure it ended

Because he carried on a-stealing

Up to his old tricks again

He fell foul of the law