The Dying Stockman - Slim Dusty, Barry Thornton

A strapping young stockman lay dying

His saddle supporting his head

All around him his comrades were standing

As he raised 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

Then cut down a couple of saplings

Place one at my head and my toe

Carve on them stockwhip and saddle

Just to show there’s a stockman below

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

Give one guy my saddle and blanket

Give Billy my bullets of lead

These two dark friends of my childhood

May remember a stockman s last bed

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

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

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

Hi lee oh layee, oudle layee dee, oudle layee dee