Colin Ross

COLIN ROSS Colin Ross the squatter man He wore a suit of black He carried a pistol on his hip And a cross of gold hung slack Deadfox Dancy looked up from his sheep ... (so called for raffling a dead fox in the pub) His shearing interrupted was it god from the devils deep and almost spoke but stuttered Yyyyyyesssirrr no fiddling in the shed Got ..if you do...I'll do to you What cannot be now uttered I'll jerk your chain and cook your brain And have your gall bladder buttered Old Sam McEwan had the uniform on His bayonet fixed and ready Charge said Colin his sabre drawn And the wild pigs trotted steady Old Bill got work with Colin Ross And met the bosses wife He was caught right soon Beneath the moon His pants around his ankles She looked for a bite Of a snake or mite And Colin sure was thankful Bill was 65 just then and she was twenty seven A child arrived , Colin often smiled and said it's the will of heaven 3 years went by and Bill was spry, 3 children in the house till someone spoke , said Bills the bloke and Colin flogged the louse Bill climbed aboard his old racehorse His stock whip hanging coiled Colin came to the gate no pistol mate And lash of the whip did force A run and a chase to the common gate And Bill got no divorce Of happenings in the 60s about 400 miles west of here......Brisbane.Queensland Australia Don Johnson