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The Stockman


I'm a stockman, yes I am;
They call me "Ugly Sam"-
I'm old and lame, and only got one eye.
In a yard I'm good, of course,
But put me on a horse,
And I'll do what plenty young 'uns will not try.

I can lead them through the gidyea,
Through country rough and ridgy,
I can lose 'em in the very worst of scrub;
I can ride 'em rough or aisy,
With a head-rope I'm a daisy,
And a right down bobby-dazzler at a pub.

You should see me use a whip;
Can't I give the beggars zip,
Make 'em roar and make the echoes ring,
And with a brand-Ah ! well
I'm a perfect blooming swell-
In fact I'm good at any blessed thing.

I'm a star at spoiling hide,
And can't I put on side,
Come the silvertail as if my blood was blue.
Strike me blue or green or red,
I can stand upon my head,
And be then as good as any other two.

I've a notion in my pate,
It isn't luck, it's fate,
For I'm far above the common blessed run,
Oh ! strike me pink, oh! do,
Come, cut me up in two,
For I'm far too jolly good to be in one.



Published in the, The Queenslander Saturday 2 March 1895 p. 404. In the regular column:-

Flotsam and Jetsam.
Songs of the Bush.

The editor writes:
"Some readers who have been kind enough to send in contributions for this column evidently do not understand that only bush songs are wanted. The majority of so-called songs sent in are simply poems, often of the sender's own composition. While some of these are worthy of publication, and are therefore held with a view to future insertion, they can have no place in this column, which is reserved for songs and songs only."

See also on this collection The Flash Stockman


australian traditional songs . . . a selection by mark gregory