[Three children surrounded by bushland, older boy carrying the brush on his head]

Verse 9: Oh! do let us go now as fast as we can, For fear we be lost, Johnny, pray! She struggled with Frankie and he with the broom, Till weariness forced them to stay. Once more they sat down and gave way to despair, As daylight was fading away! - Once more they determined their troubles to bear, And reach home ere close of the day.