Paddy.

               Written by D. W Evans / Shaza Leigh.

 

      In a shingled roof bush humpty, that’s where your parents raised you

      Your father taught you all he knew your mother by his side

      To yoke up all the bullocks and to plait a whip of rawhide

      Was second nature to you couldn’t even ride.

 

      The ringing of the bullock whips down through the coastal rangers

      The snoring of the bullocks and you cursing by their side

      The wattle bark all loaded from Big Jack and Tatawanglo

      Taken to the tannery for curing of the hide

 

           Chorus: Paddy your as wild as the mountains that you come from

      Your life has been uneasy your as tough as stringy bark

      And the memories that you muster

      Are of bullock’s whips and horse teams

      Paddy your stories transport  us to the past

 

      To see the smoking chimney on a misty winters morning

      To cut and split the timber for an ever hungry fire

      The only running water was the creek down by the old hut

      A basin placed upon a stump is where you washed outside.

 

      You’ve spent your time down in the pit on the wrong end of a crosscut

      You’ve done your time ringbarking but the greatest love of all

      Was driving mountain bullocks on the coastal run through Eden

      Opening up this country you were answering the call.

 

      Chorus

 

      But Paddy mate you’re older now pretty close to ninety

      Your battered hat, your colloused hands surely tell it all

      As you sit there in your home in the snowy down at Cooma

      I can see you drifting through the years, you hear the bullocks call.

 

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