Sergeant Small

Riding down from Queensland
On the dirty timber train
We stopped to take on water
In the early morning rain
I saw a hobo coming by
He didn't show much fear
He walked along the line of trucks
Saying "any room in here?"

Then I pulled the cover back
Said "throw your blankets in"
He dropped his billy and his roll
And he socked me on the chin

They took me to the jailhouse
And they got me in a cell
I realized then who he was
It wasn't hard to tell
I wish that I was fourteen stone
And I was six feet tall
I'd take a special trip up north
To beat up Sergeant Small

Now I've worked for Jimmy Sharman
And at fighting I'm no dunce
But let me see the feller
Who can take on five at once
I wish that I was fourteen stone
And I was six feet tall
I'd take a special trip up north
Just to beat up Sergeant Small

"Man, man, stay away from that north, boy."