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burl ives - the dying stockman lyrics

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a strapping young stockman lay dying
his saddle supporting his head
his two mates around him were crying
as he rose on his pillow and said

wrap me up with my stockwhip and blanket
and bury me deep down below
where the dingoes and crows can’t molest me
in the shade where the coolibahs grow

oh had i the flight of the bronzewing
far over the plains would i fly
straight to the land of my childhood
and there i would lay down and die

then cut down a couple of saplings
place one at my head and my toe
carve on them cross stockwhip and saddle
to show there’s a stockman below

hark there’s the wail of a dingo
watchful and weird++i must go
for it tolls the death+knell of the stockman
from the gloom of the scrub down below

there’s tea in the battered old billy
place the pannikins out in a row
and we’ll drink to the next merry meeting
in the place where all good fellows go
and oft in the shades of the twilight
when the soft winds are whispering low
and the darkening shadows are falling
sometimes think of the stockman below

- burl ives lyrics

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