Intro
Verse 1
Be Ye Stockmen Or No, To My Story Give Ear.
Alas! For Poor Jack, No More Shall We Hear
The Crack Of His Stockwhip, His Steed's Lively Trot,
His Clear "Go Ahead, Boys," His Jingling Quart Pot.
Chorus
For We Laid Him Where Wattles Their Sweet Fragrance Shed,
Where The Tall Gum Trees Shadow The Stockman's Last Bed.
Verse 2
When Drafting One Day, He Was Horned By A Cow.
"Alas!", Cried Poor Jack. "It's All Up With Me Now!
For I Never Again Shall My Saddle Regain,
Or Bound Like A Wallaby Over The Plain."
Chorus
For We Laid Him Where Wattles Their Sweet Fragrance Shed,
Where The Tall Gum Trees Shadow The Stockman's Last Bed.
Verse 3
His Whip It Is Silent, His Dogs, They Do Mourn;
His Steed Looks In Vain For His Master's Return.
No Friend To Bemoan Him, Unheeded He Dies.
Save Stray Aborigine No One Knows Where He Lies.
Chorus
For We Laid Him Where Wattles Their Sweet Fragrance Shed,
Where The Tall Gum Trees Shadow The Stockman's Last Bed.
Verse 4
Now Whenever You Go Out On Some Future Day,
Or After The Wild Mob You Happen To Stray,
Ride Softly The Creek Bed Where Wattles Do Shade,
For It's Surely The Spot Where Poor Jack's Bones Are Laid
Chorus
For We Laid Him Where Wattles Their Sweet Fragrance Shed,
Where The Tall Gum Trees Shadow The Stockman's Last Bed.
