โหลดเพลง mp3 Lockley: Ballads Of The Bush - 2. Mulga Bill's Bicycle - Sydney Symphony Orchestra

Ballads Of The Bush - 2. Mulga Bill's Bicycle - Sydney Symphony Orchestra/Gavin Lockley/Sharolyn Kimmorley/Paul Laszlo
Written by：Gavin Lockley/Banjo Patterson

'Twas Mulga Bill from Eaglehawk that caught the cycling craze
He turned away the good old horse that served him many days

He dressed himself in cycling clothes resplendent to be seen
He hurried off to town and bought a shining new machine

And as he wheeled it through the door with air of lordly pride
The grinning shop assistant said excuse me can you ride

See here young man said Mulga Bill from Walgett to the sea
From Conroy's Gap to Castlereagh there's none can ride like me
I'm good all round at everything as everybody knows
Although I'm not the one to talk I hate a man that blows
But riding is my special gift my chiefest sole delight
Just ask a wild duck can it swim a wildcat can it fight
There's nothing clothed in hair or hide or built of flesh or steel
There's nothing walks or jumps or runs on axle hoof or wheel
But what I'll sit while hide will hold and girths and straps are tight
I'll ride this here two wheeled concern right straight away at sight

'Twas Mulga Bill from Eaglehawk that sought his own abode
That perched above Dead Man's Creek beside the mountain road
He turned the cycle down the hill and mounted for the fray

But 'ere he'd gone a dozen yards it bolted clean away

It left the track and through the trees just like a silver steak
It whistled down the awful slope towards the Dead Man's Creek
It shaved a stump by half an inch it dodged a big white-box
The very wallaroos in fright went scrambling up the rocks
The wombats hiding in their caves dug deeper underground
As Mulga Bill as white as chalk sat tight to every bound
It struck a stone and gave a spring that cleared a fallen tree
It raced beside a precipice as close as close could be
And then as Mulga Bill let out one last despairing shriek
It made a leap of twenty feet into the Dean Man's Creek

'Twas Mulga Bill from Eaglehawk that slowly swam ashore

He said I've had some narrer shaves and lively rides before

I've rode a wild bull round a yard to win a five-pound bet
But this was the most awful ride that I've encountered yet

I'll give that two-wheeled outlaw best it's shaken all my nerve
To feel it whistle through the air and plunge and buck and swerve

It's safe at rest in Dead Man's Creek we'll leave it lying still

A horse's back is good enough henceforth for Mulga Bill