Dwell Not With Me

Dwell, not with me, For you’ll never see More than a ’possum or a kangaroo, And now and then a cockatoo. Oh, would you wish, Without a dish, Your scanty meal from a piece of bark, And a wood fire to illume the dark. ’Tis there you’d mourn, ’Tis there you’d mourn, The sweet woodbine That round your lattice now doth twine. Fond friends, don’t grieve For scenes like these, Or smart from bugs, mosquitoes, fleas. Dwell, not with me,