SongtexteThe Cooma Cavaliers

Four Italians, three Germans, two Yugoslavs and me We may not be diggers but we'll have you know We're digging thee tunnels up here in the snow It's dark in that tunnel and the work she is rough By the time it is payday we've all had enough So we rush in to Cooma to have us one spree Four miners, three fitters, two chippies and me We pull up in Sharp Street by the Alpine Hotel If you've been to Cooma you'll know the place well Before we get inside our order rings out Four vinos, three schnappses, two slivovitz, one stout Well I guess a we got a noisy no a harm did we mean Singing "O Solo Mio" and "Lilly Marlene" Some Aussies went a crooked, they didn't agree With four singing, three marching, two dancing and me We may not be diggers but we'll have you know We're digging your tunnels up here in the snow The barman stood up then with a snarl on his face, Saying (Upper class English accent) "You Europeans, you're a flipping disgrace, Stop drinking those queer drinks if you want to stay here Become integrated drink our Aussie beer. So we switched on to schooners and to the bar's cheers Sang "Waltzing Matilda" and "Click Go The Shears" For hours and hours without any cease 'Till the sudden arrival of the Cooma Police We may not be diggers but we'll have you know We're digging thee tunnels up here in the snow We may not be diggers but we'll have you know We're regular swingers up here in the snow In a furious moment the whole bar was cleared And no sign remained of those Ausie that cheered So the coppers lock us in, unfair you'll agree Four Italians, three Germans, two Yugoslavs and me Now we're back in that tunnel as broke as can be For it cost us a fortune to bail ourselves free But before you start laughing let me make it clear It was worth it Australia for the sake of your beer We may not be diggers but we'll have you know We dig digger beer up here in the snow