From the recording WOODEN MUSIC
an old Australian folk song...this has been part of my live set for quite a while.... the lyrics (by Horace Flower) were first published in the late 1800's in Portland Victoria....seems mercifully free of the colonial attitudes common in many Australian folk songs....I have given it a faux New Orleans arrangement just to be sure...! I may also have omitted some overtly religious lyrics.....
lyrics
Lyrics
a strapping young stockman lay dying
his saddle supporting his head
his mates all around him lay crying
as he rose on his elbow and said:
wrap me up in my stockwhip and blanket
and bury me deep down below
where old dingo and crow may not find me
in the shade where the Coolibahs grow
and had I the flight of the bronzewing
far over the plains I would fly
straight to the arms of my darling
in there in her presence I'd die
and hark there's the wail of the dingo
watchful and weird- I must go
for it calls the death knell of the stockman
from his place in the scrub down below
wrap me up in my stockwhip and blanket
and bury me deep down below
where old dingo and crow may not find me
in the shade where the Coolibahs grow