here's a story that you're bound to hear if you're down a tug away about an outlaw and his dog thatbrought him fame about an ancient merry trail through a grassy mountain vale through therugged land that bears mackenzie's name where the campfires are a blazing and thedroving men are lazing to bite with hark a newie mountain grove there's a story in the making andperhaps a little faking as they weave the legend round mackenzie's dogthey're old mackenzie so the story goes rode the rangers on a steerre-selecting squatters sheepand when he done he would send his collie pop to go back and round them up and to punch themforward to his mountain run well the troopers took the trail for to send the scott to jailand to capture all the mossy faces too and they captured him at last in a rugged mountain passand he went before the judge in timoreethere was no sign of repentance when mackenzie heard his sentencebut the last word rung from him a dreadful cryhe defied the law and told them that no prison bars could hold himwhen the judge condemned his faithful dog to dienow there are city folks that swear old mackenzie and his dogwere a pair of devils wrapped in hair and fineand the last word rung from him a dreadful cryOn the outback trailWhere the campfires beam at nightYou can hear the shepherdsSpeak his name in frightYes, there's a storyThat you're bound to hearIf you're down a tug-o-wayAbout an outlaw and his dogThat brought him fameAbout an ancient merry trailThrough a grassy mountain valeThrough the rugged landThat bears McKenzie's nameThank you for watching!