the death of a stockman
Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 9:14 pm
The death of a stockman © Bill Williams
Now he went up there to heaven
Not so many years ago
An aboriginal stockman
And his name was Billy Joe
He was raised there at mission
A long, long time ago
Where he learnt to read and write
He learnt to say his prayers
As he knelt beside his bed
An became an alter boy,
He’d watch the gilded cross
And the sacrament he’d take
An he listen to the sermons
But he yearned to be a stockman
And a good stockman he did make
For he never touched a drop of grog
In any camp or shanty shelter
An a good ringer he was known,
He broke their wild bush horses where
The saltbush plains were wild and harsh
But Billy Joe he broke them different
And Billy Joe, never did he swear
One day while in the round yard
He slipped and was trampled
By the brumbies in the mob
So they buried him, in the graveyard
At that cemetery on the hill
Where he went on up to heaven
And stood before those pearly gates
Where St Peter came to greet him,
Just like his lordship should.
////////////////// Bill Williams
Now he went up there to heaven
Not so many years ago
An aboriginal stockman
And his name was Billy Joe
He was raised there at mission
A long, long time ago
Where he learnt to read and write
He learnt to say his prayers
As he knelt beside his bed
An became an alter boy,
He’d watch the gilded cross
And the sacrament he’d take
An he listen to the sermons
But he yearned to be a stockman
And a good stockman he did make
For he never touched a drop of grog
In any camp or shanty shelter
An a good ringer he was known,
He broke their wild bush horses where
The saltbush plains were wild and harsh
But Billy Joe he broke them different
And Billy Joe, never did he swear
One day while in the round yard
He slipped and was trampled
By the brumbies in the mob
So they buried him, in the graveyard
At that cemetery on the hill
Where he went on up to heaven
And stood before those pearly gates
Where St Peter came to greet him,
Just like his lordship should.
////////////////// Bill Williams