I must go down to the lawn again, to the bright green sward and the balls,
And all I ask is a mallet and a hoop that calls.
The hit goes down and hits the ball and towards the hoop it’s racing,
Towards the hole between the uprights its facing.
I must go down to the lawn again for the call comes to my mind,
Where joy and happiness there I find,
And all I ask is a windless day with a bright blue sky
And the balls go straight every hit that I try.
I must go down to the lawn again to that wonder in my life,
Where any sorrows in my mind are lost and never rife,
And all I ask is a merry word from a laughing fellow drover,
And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the game is over.