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lionel long – the stockman’s last bed كلمات اغاني

be the stockman or no, to my story give ear
alas! for poor jack, no more we shall hear
the crack of his whip, or his steeds lively trot
his clear “go ahead” or his jingling quart pot

for we laid him where wattles their sweet fragrance shed
where tall gum trees shadow the stockman’s last bed

while drafting one day, he was h-rned by a cow
“alas!”, cried poor jack. “it’s all up with me now!
for never will i my old saddle regains
or bound like a wallaby over the plain.”

for we laid him where wattles their sweet fragrance shed
where tall gum trees shadow the stockman’s last bed

his whip it is silent, his dogs, they do mourn
his horse looks in vain for his master’s return
no friends to remember him, unheeded he dies
save australia’s aborigines none knows where he lies

for we laid him where wattles their sweet fragrance shed
where tall gum trees shadow the stockman’s last bed

now whenever you go out, on some future day
for after the wild mob, you happen to stray
ride softly the creek beds where where wattles do shed
for it should be the spot where poor jack’s bones are laid

for we laid him where wattles their sweet fragrance shed
where tall gum trees shadow the stockman’s last bed

- lionel long

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