Here's a story that you're bound to hearIf you're down a tug awayAbout an outlaw and his dog that brought him fameAbout an ancient merry trailThrough a grassy mountain valeThrough the rugged land that bears McKenzie's nameWhere the campfires are a-blazin'And the drovin' men are lazin'To bide with Hock a newie mountain groveThere's a story in the makin'And perhaps a little fakin'As they wave the legend round McKenzie's dogThey're old McKenzie, so the story goesRode the rangers on a steerRe-selectin' Scottish sheepAnd when he doneHe would send his collie popTo go back and round them upAnd to punch them forward to his mountain runWell, the troopers took the trailFor to send the Scott to jailAnd to capture all the mossy faces tooAnd they captured him at lastIn a rugged mountain passAnd he went to jailBefore the judge in TimberlandThere was no sign of repentanceWhen McKenzie heard his sentenceBut the last word rung from himA dreadful cryHe defied the lawAnd told them that no prison bars could hold himWhen the judge condemned his faithful dog to dieNow there are city folks that swearOld McKenzie and his dogWere a pair of devil's raptorsIn Heron VineAnd along the outback trailWhere the campfires beam at nightYou can hear the shepherds speak his name in frightYes, there's a story that you're bound to hearIf you're down a tug awayAbout an outlaw and his dog that brought him fameAbout an ancient merry trailThrough a grassy mountain valeThrough the rugged land that bears McKenzie's nameIn a rugged mountain passAnd they captured him at lastIn a rugged mountain passPeople MassacreAnd show the worldWhat was Belovedхарактер