Piggy Roy was a sugar trader, living on the brink Couldn't make enough of it, dealing on King street It was a hard hard time, near the store that named a town It was a hard hard time, on the dark side of Newtown On the dark side of Newtown Jessie she married Fred in April across from Newtown station They took the horse-drawn tram right up to the celebration Together nearly 40 years when Fred he departed Jessie dressed in widow's weeds round Newtown thereafter It was a hard hard time, near the store that named a town It was a hard hard time, on the bad side of Newtown On the bad side of Newtown Tommy died in the infirmary, he was buried by a tree Near the track of the Eora, in a grave that can't be seen There's paupers in a graveyard, on the city surround You know poverty is spreading, there's an epidemic in Newtown Chop a load 'baker's wood', with a felling axe, load it on a donkey dray, with a pile of knickknacks Make a pound note bet at a dishlicker meet Watch the coat-tugger lose if its a dead-heat Chorus It was a hard hard time, near the store that named a town It was a hard hard time, on the bad side of Newtown On the bad side of Newtown On the bad side of Newtown