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The Stockman's Last Bed
Lionel Long
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Be ye stockmen or no, to my story give ear
Alas for poor Jack, no more shall we hear
The crack of his whip or his steed's lively trot
His clear "Go ahead" or his jingling quart pot
For we laid him where wattles their sweet fragrance shed
Where the tall gum trees shadow the stockman's last bed
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When drafting one day he was horned by a cow
"Alas," cried poor Jack, "it's all up with me now
For never will I my old saddle regain
To bound like a wallaby over the plain"
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For we laid him where wattles their sweet fragrance shed
Where the tall gum trees shadow the stockman's last bed
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His whip it is silent, his dogs they do mourn
His horse looks in vain for his master's return
No friends to remember, unheeded he dies
Save the straying Aborigine none know where he lies
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For we laid him where wattles their sweet fragrance shed
And the tall gum trees shadow the stockman's last bed
Now whenever you go out on some future day
Or after the wild mob you happen to stray
Ride softly the creek bed where wattles do shade
For it's surely the spot where poor Jack's bones are laid
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For we laid him where wattles their sweet fragrance shed
Where the tall gum trees shadow the stockman's last bed
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