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The Dying Stockman

D                 A7           D
A strapping young stockman lay dying
D           G           A7
A pillow supporting his head
        D           G              D
And his comrades around him were crying
D                    A7      D
As he leant on his elbow and said

CHORUS
D                A7            D
Wrap me up in my stockwhip and blanket
D           G           A7
And bury me deep down below
A7        D           G              D
Where the dingoes and crows will not find me
D                      A7        D
In the shade where the coolibahs grow

VERSE 2
Cut down a couple of saplings
Place one at my head and my toe
Carve on them a stockwhip and saddle
To show there's a stockman below

VERSE 3
There's some tea in that battered old billy
Place the pannikins all in a row
And we'll drink to the next merry meeting
In the place where all good stockmen go

VERSE 4
I hear the wail of a dingo
In the gloom of the scrub down below
And he rings the death knell of a stockman
Farewell dear old pals I must go

VERSE 5
If I had the wings of a pidgeon
Far over the plains I would fly
I'd fly to the arms of my loved ones
And there I would lay down and die

Submitted by Ric Raftis. All corrections and suggestions to ric@bushverse.com