DINGO
(Gary Shearston)

He was nought but a windy old bushranger, sir
His ways, I know, appearing somewhat strange
He roamed the country wide with a song-thorn in his side
And a memory of an old blue mountain range

Well now, it really doesn't matter, I know
Just how it came to pass that
A bounty got placed on his hide
No, the only thing that matters and
The thing that he done wrong was
To lose it in the morning one time
That poor boy
He did lose it in the morning one time

Dingo, dingo there's a hunter coming
Up dingo, run

From his lair hidden so well by ghost gums and pine
And the tracks that he covered far behind
Taking leave of his mate, he ran down to meet his fate
Upon the plain just as the sun began to climb

Well now, it really doesn't matter, I know
Just how it came to pass that
He paid for the ways of his kind
No, the only thing that matters and
The thing that he done wrong was
To lose it in the morning one time
That poor boy
He did lose it in the morning one time

Dingo, dingo there's a hunter coming
Up dingo, run

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--Stewie.