I'm the stockman, it's me trade and they calls
me ugly Dave
I'm old and gray and only got one eye
In the advent of the course, just put me on a horse
And I'll go and let some young ones dare and try
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I will lead them to the gitchy
Over country rough and ridgy
I treats them to the very best I've got
I can ride both rough and easy (Pronounced azy… it rhymes that way - cope.)
If I'm feeling quick or lazy
It's the maiden or the thumbscrews or the stocks
Oh just watch me use a whip, I can make the sailors skip
I can make their bloody ankles roar and ring
With the branding iron as well I'm the perfect flayman swell
In fact I'm duke of every bloody thing
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Oh just watch me skin a sheep, it's so lovely you could weep
I can keep the thing alive until its face turns blue
You can paint me pink or red if I stood upon me head,
For I'm just as good as any other two
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I've a notion in me pate, that it's luck, it isn't fate
That I'm so far above the common man
So in everything I do you can cut me straight in two
For I'm much too bloody good to be a man
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