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There's never a stone at the sleeper's head	A
There's never a fence beside	B
And the wandering stock on the grave may tread	A
Unnoticed and undenied	A
But the smallest child on the Watershed	A
Can tell you how Gilbert died	A
For he rode at dusk with his comrade Dunn	C
To the hut at the Stockman's Ford	A
In the waning light of the sinking sun	C
They peered with a fierce accord	A
They were outlaws both and on each man's head	A
Was a thousand pounds reward	A
	-
They had taken toll of the country round	A
And the troopers came behind	A
With a black who tracked like a human hound	A
In the scrub and the ranges blind	A
He could run the trail where a white man's eye	D
No sign of track could find	A
	-
He had hunted them out of the One Tree Hill	E
And over the Old Man Plain	F
But they wheeled their tracks with a wild beast's skill	E
And they made for the range again	G
Then away to the hut where their grandsire dwelt	A
They rode with a loosened rein	F
	-
And their grandsire gave them a greeting bold	A
Come in and rest in peace	H
No safer place does the country hold	A
With the night pursuit must cease	H
And we'll drink success to the roving boys	I
And to hell with the black police	H
	-
But they went to death when they entered there	J
In the hut at the Stockman's Ford	A
For their grandsire's words were as false as fair	J
They were doomed to the hangman's cord	A
He had sold them both to the black police	H
For the sake of the big reward	A
	-
In the depth of night there are forms that glide	A
As stealthily as serpents creep	K
And around the hut where the outlaws hide	A
They plant in the shadows deep	K
And they wait till the first faint flush of dawn	L
Shall waken their prey from sleep	K
	-
But Gilbert wakes while the night is dark	M
A restless sleeper aye	D
He has heard the sound of a sheep dog's bark	M
And his horse's warning neigh	N
And he says to his mate There are hawks abroad	A
And it's time that we went away	O
	-
Their rifles stood at the stretcher head	A
Their bridles lay to hand	A
They wakened the old man out of his bed	A
When they heard the sharp command	A
In the name of the Queen lay down your arms	P
Now Dun and Gilbert stand	A
	-
Then Gilbert reached for his rifle true	Q
That close at hand he kept	A
He pointed straight at the voice and drew	Q
But never a flash outleapt	A
For the water ran from the rifle breech	R
It was drenched while the outlaws slept	A
	-
Then he dropped the piece with a bitter oath	S
And he turned to his comrade Dunn	C
We are sold he said we are dead men both	S
Still there may be a chance for one	C
I'll stop and I'll fight with the pistol here	T
You take to your heels and run	C
	-
So Dunn crept out on his hands and knees	U
In the dim half dawning light	A
And he made his way to a patch of trees	U
And was lost in the black of night	A
And the trackers hunted his tracks all day	A
But they never could trace his flight	A
	-
But Gilbert walked from the open door	V
In a confident style and rash	W
He heard at his side the rifles roar	V
And he heard the bullets crash	W
But he laughed as he lifted his pistol hand	A
And he fired at the rifle flash	W
	-
Then out of the shadows the troopers aimed	A
At his voice and the pistol sound	A
With rifle flashes the darkness flamed	A
He staggered and spun around	A
And they riddled his body with rifle balls	X
As it lay on the blood soaked ground	A
	-
There's never a stone at the sleeper's head	A
There's never a fence beside	A
And the wandering stock on the grave may tread	A
Unnoticed and undenied	A
But the smallest child on the Watershed	A
Can tell you how Gilbert died	A

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