Been There Before ... 

     Banjo Patterson - Sydney or the Bush - late 1880's ...

     There came a stranger to Walgett town, 
     To Walgett town when the sun was low, 
     And he carried a thirst that was worth a crown, 
     Yet how to quench it he did not know; 
     But he thought he might take those yokels down, 
     The guileless yokels of Walgett town. 

     They made him a bet in a private bar, 
     In a private bar when the talk was high, 
     And they bet him some pounds no matter how far 
     He could pelt a stone, yet he could not shy 
     A stone right over the river so brown, 
     The Darling river at Walgett town. 

     He knew that the river from bank to bank 
     Was fifty yards, and he smiled a smile 
     As he trundled down, but his hopes they sank 
     For there wasn't a stone within fifty mile; 
     For the saltbush plain and the open down 
     Produce no quarries in Walgett town. 

     The yokels laughed at his hopes o'erthrown, 
     And he stood awhile like a man in a dream; 
     Then out of his pocket he fetched a stone, 
     And pelted it over the silent stream -- 
     He had been there before: he had wandered down 
     On a previous visit to Walgett town.