There's a story that you're bound to hear if you're down on Targaway
Of an outlaw and his dog of that boredom fame
Of an ancient Maori trail to a grassy mountain vale
To the rugged land that bears Mackenzie's name
Now Mackenzie's so the story goes, rode the rangers on a steer
Braced to lick his squad of sheep and when he'd done
He would tell his collie pup to go back and round them up
And to punch them home to the mountain run
While the troopers took the trail for to bring this man to jail
And recapture all the mossy faces too
They captured him at last in a rugged mountain pass
And he went before the judge at Timaru
There was no sign
There was no sign

There was no sign of repentance when Mackenzie heard his sentence
For the next words he held out were all he fight
He ignored the law and told him that no prison bars would hold him
When the judge condemned his faithful dog to die
There's a story that you're bound to hear if you're down on Targaway
Of an outlaw and his dog of that boredom fame
Of an ancient Maori trail to a grassy mountain vale
To the rugged land that bears Mackenzie's name
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© transcript Emily Beynon