| We learnt the creed at Hungerford,
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| We learnt the creed at Bourke;
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| We learnt it in the good times
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| And learnt it out of work.
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| We learnt it by the harbour-side
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| And by the billabong:
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| No matter what a mate may do,
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| A mate can do no wrong, wrong wrong
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| He’s like a king in this respect
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| No matter what they do,
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| And king-like shares in storm and shine
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| The Throne of Life with you.
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| We learnt it when we were in gaol
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| And put it in a song
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| No matter what a mate may do,
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| A mate can do no wrong, wrong wrong
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| They’ll say he said a bitter word
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| When he’s away or dead.
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| But we’re loyal to his memory,
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| No matter what he said.
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| And we should never hesitate,
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| But strike out good and strong,
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| And jolt the slanderer on the jaw
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| A mate can do no wrong, wrong wrong
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| He’s like a king in this respect
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| No matter what they do,
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| And king-like shares in storm and shine
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| The Throne of Life with you.
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| We learnt it when we were in gaol
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| And put it in a song
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| No matter what a mate may do,
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| A mate can do no wrong, wrong wrong
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| No matter what a mate may do,
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| A mate can do no wrong, wrong wrong
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| No matter what a mate may do,
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| A mate can do no wrong, wrong wrong |