March the streets, united blokes. Fighting the world, running amok. In 81 this daring youth commenced his wild career. With a heart that knows no danger, No stranger do I fear. A terror to Victoria, the wild colonial boys. Come along brothers, we'll roam the streets. Together we'll plunder, together we'll ride. Without a dollar, scarcely men we left out father's home. And through Melbourne's scummy streets, the wild boys do roam. We'll write the rules, we'll run this town. Your culture we'll destroy. A terror to Victoria, these wild colonial boys. Come along brothers, we'll roam the streets, We'll dance with iron chains.
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