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