Mulga Bill's Bicycle-Michael Halliwell/Tom Ferris/Rum Corps Orchestra/Brett Weymark

[ti:Mulga Bill's Bicycle] [ar:Barry Ryan] [al:Orchestral Songs of Australia] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Mulga Bill's Bicycle - Michael Halliwell/Tom Ferris/Rum Corps Orchestra/Brett Weymark [00:07.55]'Twas Mulga Bill from Eaglehawk that caught the cycling craze [00:11.65]He turned away the good old horse that served him many days [00:15.55]He dressed himself in cycling clothes resplendent to be seen [00:19.51]He hurried off to town and bought a shining new machine [00:23.44]And as he wheeled it through the door with air of lordly pride [00:27.57]The grinning shop assistant said [00:29.55]Excuse me can you ride [00:31.33] [00:31.97]See here young man said Mulga Bill from Walgett to the sea [00:35.91]From Conroy's Gap to Castlereagh there's none can ride like me [00:39.96]I'm good all round at everything as everybody knows [00:44.09]Although I'm not the one to talk I hate a man that blows [00:47.97]But riding is my special gift my chiefest sole delight [00:52.07]Just ask a wild duck can it swim a wildcat can it fight [00:56.09]There's nothing clothed in hair or hide or built of flesh or steel [01:00.25]There's nothing walks or jumps or runs on axle hoof or wheel [01:04.35]But what I'll sit while hide will hold and girths and straps are tight [01:08.40]I'll ride this here two-wheeled concern right straight away at sight [01:12.36] [01:13.26]'Twas Mulga Bill from Eaglehawk that sought his own abode [01:17.28]That perched above the Dead Man's Creek beside the mountain road [01:21.20]He turned the cycle down the hill and mounted for the fray [01:25.28]But 'ere he'd gone a dozen yards it bolted clean away [01:29.06] [01:31.28]It left the track and through the trees just like a silver steak [01:35.20]It whistled down the awful slope towards the Dead Man's Creek [01:39.36]It shaved a stump by half an inch it dodged a big white-box [01:43.26]The very wallaroos in fright went scrambling up the rocks [01:47.21]The wombats hiding in their caves dug deeper underground [01:51.14]As Mulga Bill as white as chalk sat tight to every bound [01:55.24]It struck a stone and gave a spring that cleared a fallen tree [01:59.66]It raced beside a precipice as close as close could be [02:03.58]And then as Mulga Bill let out one last despairing shriek [02:07.63]It made a leap of twenty feet into the Dean Man's Creek [02:14.42] [02:16.16]'Twas Mulga Bill from Eaglehawk that slowly swam ashore [02:21.35]He said I've had some narrer shaves and lively rides before [02:27.18] [02:27.80]I've rode a wild bull round a yard to win a five-pound bet [02:34.27]But this was the most awful ride that I've encountered yet [02:40.04] [02:40.57]I'll give that two-wheeled outlaw best it's shaken all my nerve [02:46.66]To feel it whistle through the air and plunge and buck and swerve [02:53.11]It's safe at rest in Dead Man's Creek we'll leave it lying still [02:59.97] [03:00.48]A horse's back is good enough henceforth for Mulga Bill