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(Air: "The Old Stable Jacket. ")
A strapping young stockman lay dying, / His saddle supporting his head; / His two mates around him were crying, / As he rose on his pillow and said: / Chorus / "Wrap me up with my stockwhip and blanket, / And bury me deep down below, / Where the dingoes and crows can't molest me, / In the shade where the coolibahs grow.