Texas Jack,
you are amusing,
great Lord Harry,
how I laugh
When I've seen your rig and saddle,
with its bull walks for an aft
Holy smoke from such a saddle,
how the dickens can you fall
Why,
I've seen a girl ride bareback with no bridle on at all
How I'd like to see a bushman use your fixin's,
Texas Jack
On the remnant of a saddle he could ride to hell and back
Why,
I've heard a mother cheering when her kid went tossing by
Riding bareback on a bucker that had murder in his eye
You may talk about your riding in the city,
bold and free
Talk of riding in the city,
Texas Jack,
but where'd you be
When the stock horse snorts and bunches all his quarters in a hump
And the saddle climbs a sapling and the horseshoe split a stump
No,
before you teach the native,
you must ride without a fall
Up a gum or down a gully,
nigh as steep as any wall
You must swim the Roaring Darling when the flood is at its height
There and down the stock and stations to the great Australian Bight
You can't count the bulls and bisons that you cop with your lasso
But a stout old mile bullock perhaps can learn you something new
You had better make your will and leave your papers neat and trim
Before you make arrangements for the lassoing of him
And you say you're deaf on engines,
we've got something in your line
If you think you're fighting's equal to the likes of Tommy Ryan
Take your carcass up to Queensland where the alligators
chew And the carpet snake is handy with his tail for a lasso
Ride across the hazy regions where the lonely emus wail And you'll
find the Doc will track you while you're looking for his trail
He can track you without stopping for a thousand miles or more
Come again and he will show you where you spat the year before
But
you'd best be mighty careful,
you'll be sorry you came here
When you're skewered to the fragments of your saddle with a spear
When the boomerang is sailing in the air,
then heaven help you
It will cut your head off going and come back again to scalp you
Texas Jack,
you are amusing Great Lord Harry,
how I laugh
When I've seen your rig and saddle with its
bullwalks for an aft Holy smoke from such a saddle,
how the dickens can you fall Why,
I've seen a girl ride bareback with no bridle on at all