- ‘I was drifting in the drizzle past the Cecil in the Strand –
- Which, I’m told, is very tony — and its front looks very grand;
- And I somehow fell a-thinking of a pub I know so well,
- Of a palace in Australia called The Bulletin Hotel.
- Just a little six-room’d shanty built of corrugated tin,
- And all round a blazing desert — land of camels, thirst and sin;
- And the landlord is ‘the Spider’ — Western diggers know him well —
- Charlie Webb! — Ah, there you have it! — of the Bulletin Hotel.’