A strapping young stockman lay dying
His saddle supporting his head
All around him his comrades were standing
When he raised on his pillow and said
Wrap me up with my stockwhip and blanket
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
We'll drink to the next merry meeting
In the place where all good stockmen go
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
(Missing verse)
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
His saddle supporting his head
All around him his comrades were standing
When he raised on his pillow and said
Wrap me up with my stockwhip and blanket
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
We'll drink to the next merry meeting
In the place where all good stockmen go
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
(Missing verse)
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