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点击复制Texas Jack you are amusin great Lord Harry how I laughed
When I seen your rig and saddle with its bulwarks fore and aft
Holy smoke In such a saddle how the dickens can ya fall
Why I've seen a gal ride bareback with no bridle on at all
How I’d like to see a bushman use yer fixins Texas Jack
On the remnant of a saddle he can ride to hell and back
Why I've heard a mother cheerin when her kid went tossin by
Ridin bareback on a bucker that had murder in his eye
You may talk about your ridin in the city bold an free
Talk o ridin in the city Texas Jack but where’d you'd be
When the stock horse snorts an bunches all is quarters in a hump
And the saddle climbs a sapling an the horse shoes split a stump
No before you teach the natives you must ride without a fall
Up a gum or down a gully nigh as steep as any wall
You must swim the roarin Darling when the flood is at its height
Bearin down the stock an stations to the Great Australian Bight
You can’t count the bulls an bisons that you copped with your lassoo
But a stout old Myall bullock perhaps could learn you somethin new
You had better make your will an leave your papers neat an trim
Before you make arrangements for the lassooin of hi
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As you say you're death on Injuns We’ve got somethin in your line
If yer think your fightin’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 lassoo
Ride across the hazy regins where the lonely emus wail
An yell find the dark ll track yer while yer looki for his trail
He can track yer without stoppin for a thousand miles or more
Come again and he will show yer where yer 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 sailin in the air then heaven help ya
It will cut yer head off goin an come back again and scalp ya
Texas Jack you are amusin great Lord Harry how I laughed
When I seen your rig and saddle with its bulwarks fore an aft
Holy smoke In such a saddle how the dickens can ya fall
Why I've seen a gal ride bareback with no bridle on at all