Now Bullocky Jones was mighty tough and rough as a man could be
A full pipe and a bottle of rye, his favourite company
Well known in the Altsbeck, around South Canterbury
Just like many pioneers at the turn of a century
He always sang to his Bullocks, we'll haul a heavy load
From a seaside town of Timaru, along the dusty road
Past inland lakes of Tekapo and Kaki, you will see
The all fantastic country round the Altsbeck Mackenzie
He left his local pub one day with a heavy load of flour
For a cocky way up Berks Passway, running late by an hour
His Bullocks plodded westward, then he woke up cold and blue
You ought to have heard him cursing, he was back in Timaru
He always sang to his Bullocks, we'll haul a heavy load
From a seaside town of Timaru, along the dusty road
Past inland lakes of Tekapo and Kaki, you will see
The all fantastic country round the Altsbeck Mackenzie
A gentleman came up one day, asked Billy for a ride
Billy looked and then cursed and swore, said hop up by my side
He offered him his bottle, then his head hung low in shame
The man that he was carrying was the parson from the Grange
He always sang to his Bullocks, we'll haul a heavy load
From a seaside town of Timaru, along the dusty road
Past inland lakes of Tekapo and Kaki, you will see
The all fantastic country round the Altsbeck Mackenzie
He always sang to his Bullocks, we'll haul a heavy load
From a seaside town of Timaru, along the dusty road
Past inland lakes of Tekapo and Kaki, you will see
The all fantastic country round the Altsbeck Mackenzie
The all fantastic country round the Altsbeck Mackenzie
The all fantastic country round the Altsbeck Mackenzie