[Three children in the bush, boy cutting brush, young boy lying down]

Verse 4: And you and I Johnny, we'll gather, we will, Oh! such a big faggot of broom, And mother will call you a brave settler's son, When we carry the big faggot home. With diligent hands and a vigorous will, The hatchet was brought into play But tempted on further, by this and by that, To the bush they unwittingly stray.