Ballads of the Bush: Mulga Bill's Bicycle-Jon English/Gavin Lockley

[ti:Ballads Of The Bush - 2. Mulga Bill's Bicycle] [ar:Sydney Symphony Orchestra/Gavin Lockley/Sharolyn Kimmorley/Paul Laszlo] [al:Lockley: Symphony Of Australia, Ballads Of The Bush] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Ballads of the Bush: Mulga Bill's Bicycle - Jon English/Gavin Lockley [00:02.10]Written by：Gavin Lockley/Banjo Patterson [00:04.20]'Twas Mulga Bill from Eaglehawk that caught the cycling craze [00:08.28]He turned away the good old horse that served him many days [00:11.71] [00:12.39]He dressed himself in cycling clothes resplendent to be seen [00:16.42]He hurried off to town and bought a shining new machine [00:19.96] [00:20.59]And as he wheeled it through the door with air of lordly pride [00:24.59]The grinning shop assistant said excuse me can you ride [00:28.41] [00:29.12]See here young man said Mulga Bill from Walgett to the sea [00:33.20]From Conroy's Gap to Castlereagh there's none can ride like me [00:37.24]I'm good all round at everything as everybody knows [00:41.24]Although I'm not the one to talk I hate a man that blows [00:45.31]But riding is my special gift my chiefest sole delight [00:49.30]Just ask a wild duck can it swim a wildcat can it fight [00:53.36]There's nothing clothed in hair or hide or built of flesh or steel [00:57.44]There's nothing walks or jumps or runs on axle hoof or wheel [01:01.35]But what I'll sit while hide will hold and girths and straps are tight [01:05.46]I'll ride this here two wheeled concern right straight away at sight [01:09.61] [01:10.39]'Twas Mulga Bill from Eaglehawk that sought his own abode [01:14.53]That perched above Dead Man's Creek beside the mountain road [01:18.55]He turned the cycle down the hill and mounted for the fray [01:22.08] [01:22.70]But 'ere he'd gone a dozen yards it bolted clean away [01:26.49] [01:28.76]It left the track and through the trees just like a silver steak [01:32.80]It whistled down the awful slope towards the Dead Man's Creek [01:36.76]It shaved a stump by half an inch it dodged a big white-box [01:40.78]The very wallaroos in fright went scrambling up the rocks [01:44.76]The wombats hiding in their caves dug deeper underground [01:48.71]As Mulga Bill as white as chalk sat tight to every bound [01:52.64]It struck a stone and gave a spring that cleared a fallen tree [01:57.14]It raced beside a precipice as close as close could be [02:00.99]And then as Mulga Bill let out one last despairing shriek [02:04.95]It made a leap of twenty feet into the Dean Man's Creek [02:11.18] [02:12.99]'Twas Mulga Bill from Eaglehawk that slowly swam ashore [02:16.55] [02:17.16]He said I've had some narrer shaves and lively rides before [02:20.87] [02:21.39]I've rode a wild bull round a yard to win a five-pound bet [02:25.36]But this was the most awful ride that I've encountered yet [02:28.98] [02:29.49]I'll give that two-wheeled outlaw best it's shaken all my nerve [02:33.50]To feel it whistle through the air and plunge and buck and swerve [02:37.33] [02:38.39]It's safe at rest in Dead Man's Creek we'll leave it lying still [02:40.95] [02:42.18]A horse's back is good enough henceforth for Mulga Bill