Pennywhistle notation and Dulcimer tab for this song is also available
Bullockie's Song There's an old bullock driver lives in Bundaberg up west His name is Jim and he's one of the best He'd yoke up his team, go where any teamster could go He'd snig out his logs and load up his load He'd hook the bullocks to the wagon you see Crack his whip, 'Get up' says he All the bullocks would lean into the yokes and the bows And the wagon would start moving very slow He would drive his team along the road Up hills and down hills they would go Across sandy flats with their heads bending low Doing their best to pull a big load Then to the camp he would drive his team Unyoke his bullocks, turn them out to the feed Poke up the fire to cook him some tea Salt junk and damper, oh that was his meal He would sit by the fire and smoke his pipe Then into his bunk to retire for the night Up in the morning at the dawn of the day Saddle his horse and jog on his way His old black dog Nipper trotting behind Off they would go, the bullocks to find Muster the team, drive them back to the camp Yoke up his bullocks and away he would tramp Now Jimmy is old and wrinkled and gray He knows that his time must soon pass away He knows he must go where his cobbers have gone Where there's no bullock teams to drive along In his Big Book of Australian Folk Song Ron Edwards writes "A Bullockie's Song was collected by Bob Michell and Stan Arthur in 1966 at Bundaberg, Qld, from the singing of Albert Newitt (born c. 1879). According to the conversation on the tape this is one of the informant's own compositions. He had worked as a bullock driver for many years in the Bundaberg area, and the song describes what must have been a typical day in his life". MG MG apr96
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