I’m an exile boy who was far, far away
In a wild Australian shore.
When first by cruel tyranny
To leave my native home.
I lived in green old Ireland
Far away across the main.
But the landlord drove me from my cot,
My home near Castlemaine.

In my boyhood days when I knew no care
How joyfully I played.
In its field so green and beautiful,
It grows a silvery plain.
But alas, alas those days are gone,
I no longer can remain.
But I must go full of grief and woe
From you sunny Castlemaine.