As I rode in to Burrumbeet, br I met a man with funny feet; br And, when I paused to ask him why br His feet were strange, he rolled his eye br And said the rain would spoil the wheat; br So I rode on to Burrumbeet. br br As I rode in to Beetaloo, br I met a man whose nose was blue; br And when I asked him how he got br A nose like that, he answered, "What br Do bullocks mean when they say 'Moo'?" br So I rode on to Beetaloo. br br As I rode in to Ballarat, br I met a man who wore no hat; br And, when I said he might take cold, br He cried, "The hills are quite as old br As yonder plains, but not so flat." br So I rode on to Ballarat. br br As I rode in to Gundagai, br I met a man and passed him by br Without a nod, without a word. br He turned, and said he'd never heard br Or seen a man so wise as I. br But I rode on to Gundagai. br br As I rode homeward, full of doubt, br I met a stranger riding out: br A foolish man he seemed to me; br But, "Nay, I am yourself," said he, br "Just as you were when you rode out." br So I rode homeward, free of doubt.