Wrap Me Up With My Stockwhip And Blanket Lyrics – Tex Morton

Now a strapping young stockman lay dying
His saddle supporting his head
All around him his comrades were standing
When he raised on his pillow and said

Wrap me up with my stockwhip and blanket
Bury me deep down below
Where the dingoes and crows can’t molest me
In the shade where the coolibahs grow

There’s tea in the battered old billy
Place the pannikins out in a row
We’ll drink to the next merry meeting
In the place wherе all good stockmen go

So cut down a couplе of saplings
Place one at my head and my toe
Carve on them crossed stockwhip and saddle
Just to show there’s a stockman below

Wrap me up with my stockwhip and blanket
Bury me deep down below
Where the dingoes and crows can’t molest me
In the shade where the coolibahs grow

Than often when shadows are falling
And soft winds com whispering low
Maybe you’ll think of this stockman
Whose resting in peace down below

Wrap me up with my stockwhip and blanket
Bury me deep down below
Where the dingoes and crows can’t molest me
In the shade where the coolibahs grow
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Tex Morton Lyrics – Wrap Me Up With My Stockwhip And Blanket

Tex Morton

Wrap Me Up With My Stockwhip And Blanket