I was once married to a young lady with an astonishing voice - but that's off-topic, too.

Solveig's song, perhaps?

But Marusia turned into a true Oz, anyway.

Farewell to old England forever,
Farewell to my rum culls as well,
Farewell to the well-known Old Bailey
Where I once used to look such a swell.

Singing too-ral, li-ooral, li-addity,
Singing too-ral, li-ooral, li-ay,
Singing too-ral, li-ooral, li-addity,
Oh we're bound for Botany Bay.

There's the captain as is our commander,
There's the bosun (''boatswain'' )and all the ship's crew,
There's the first- and the second-class passengers,
Knows what we poor convicts go through.

Oh had I the wings of a turtle-dove,
I'd soar on my pinions so high,
Slap bang to the arms of my Polly love,
And in her sweet presence I'd die.

Aussie! Aussie! Aussie1 Oi! Oi! Oi!

Verum audaces non gerunt indusia alba. - Ipsi dixit MCMLXXII