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That's his saddle on the tie beam	A
And them's his spurs up there	B
On the wall plate over yonder	C
You ken see they ain't a pair	B
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For the daddy of all the stockmen	D
As ever come mustering here	E
Was killed in the flaming mulga	F
A yarding a bald faced steer	G
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They say as he's gone to heaven	D
And shook off all worldly cares	H
But I can't sight Bill in a halo	I
Set up on three blinded hairs	H
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In heaven what next I wonder	C
For strike me pink and blue	J
If I see whatever in thunder	C
They'll find for Bill to do	J
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He'd never make one of them angels	K
With faces as white as chalk	F
All wool to the toes like hoggets	K
And wings like an eagle hawk	F
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He couldn't 'arp for apples	K
His voice had tones as jarred	L
And he'd no more ear than a bald faced steer	G
Or calves in a branding yard	L
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He could sit on a bucking brumbie	A
Like a nob in an easy chair	B
And chop his name with a greenhide fall	M
On the flank of a flying steer	G
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He could show them saints in glory	N
The way that a fall should drop	O
But sit on a throne not William	A
Unless they could make it prop	O
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He mightn't freeze to the seraphs	K
Or chum with the cherubim	A
But if ever them seraph johnnies	K
Get a poking it like at him	A
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Well if there's hide in heaven	D
And silk for to make a lash	P
He'll yard 'em all in the Jasper Lake	F
In a blinded lightning flash	P
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If the heavenly hosts get boxed now	D
As mobs most always will	Q
Who'll cut 'em out like William	A
Or draft on a camp like Bill	Q
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An 'orseman would find it awkward	R
At first with a push that flew	J
But blame my cats if I know what else	K
They'll find for Bill to do	J
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It's hard if there ain't no cattle	S
And perhaps they'll let him sleep	T
And wake him up at the judgment	U
To draft those goats and sheep	T
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It's playing it low on William	A
But perhaps he'll buckle to	J
To show them high toned seraphs	K
What a Mulga man can do	J
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If they saddles a big boned angel	S
With a turn of speed of course	K
As can spiel like a four year brumbie	A
And prop like an old camp horse	K
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And puts Bill up with a snaffle	S
A four or five inch spur	C
And eighteen foot of greenhide	J
To chop the blinded fur	C
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He'll yard them blamed Angoras	K
In a way that it's safe to swear	B
Will make them tony seraphs	K
Sit back on their thrones and stare	B

Banjo Paterson (andrew Barton)

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