Abalinga Mail Lyrics

My name is Bluey Simpson well how yer goin' mate?
I've been conductor on this train since 1928
I hope you're in no hurry sport sit down and settle back
They call the Abalinga Mail the snail of the outback

Oh the Abalinga mail my oath she's slow
And I should be the one to know
It's no good you goin' crook I tell you son
'Cause if you're really in a hurry then you better get out an' run

We once took on 200 lambs only 8 weeks old
They were headed clear across the state to the place where they'd been sold
That trip was takin' so darn long I didn't think we'd rear 'em
Ah we had to stop 3 flamin' times and take 'em off and shear 'em

Oh the Abalinga mail my oath she's slow
And I should be the one to know
It's no good you goin' crook I tell you son
'Cause if you're really in a hurry then you better get out an' run

We once took on two newly weds in the early part of June
They were headed for the seaside for a happy honeymoon
Now I wouldn't say that trip was slow but I think it was no use
Well by the time we reached the coast their divorce had just come through

Oh the Abalinga Mail my oath she's slow
And I should be the one to know
It's no good you goin' crook I tell you son
'Cause if you're really in a hurry then you better get out an' run

We made the outback stations with some papers from last year
And the people on the cattle stations gave a mighty cheer
They longed to read the latest news from the great big world outside
But they got an dreadful shock to learn that Pharlap he had died

Oh the Abalinga Mail my oath she's slow
And I should be the one to know
It's no good you goin' crook I tell you son
'Cause if you're really in a hurry then you better get out and run
And you're really in a hurry then you better get out an' run.