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They cEmouldn't understand why the drover cried As they buried the drover's bDoy The drEmover had always seemed so hard To the men in his emploDy A bEmolting horse the sDtirrup lost And the drGover's Emboy was dDead The shovEmelled diDrt a muEmmbled woDrd And it's Emback to the road aDhead And foEmrget about Dthe drover's bEmoy
AGnd they couldn't understand why the drover cut EmA lock of the dead boy's hDair HEme put it in the band of his bGattered old hat As they watched him standing thDere He Amtold them "take the Emcattle on" IGm'll sit with the boy aDwhile A Emsilent thDought a pipEme to smoDke And it's Emride another Dmile And forEmget about Dthe drover's bEmoy
TGhey couldn't make out The drover and the boy Always camped so far aDway For Emthe tall white man and the sliGm black boy Never had much to sDay And the boy wAmould be gone at the bEmreak of dawn TaDil the horses carEmry on While the drover roused the slDeeping men DEmaylight hit the rAmoad again And foEmllow the droDver's bEmoy FollDow the drover's bEmoy
IGn the Camooweal pub they talked about The dEmeath of the drover's bDoy They Emrank their rum with the strGanger who'd come From the KimEmberley run... FitzDroy And he tAmold of the massacre iEmn the west BDarest details... gEmuess the rest Shoot the boys..grDab a girl Cut her hGair...bDreak her in And cEmall her a boDy the drover's bEmoy
So when they bEmuilt that stockman's hDall of fame And they tGalk about the dDrovin' game ReEmmember the girl who was bDedmate and guide RoEmde with the drover sDide by side WaEmtched the bDullocks fraEmyed the hDide FaiEmthful wifDe but nevEmer briDde BrEmed his son's fDor the caEmttle rDun Don't Emweep for the drDover's bEmoy Don't mourn fDor the drover's bEmoy But don't forget tDhe drover's Emboy