from John_in_brisbane:

THE DROVER'S BOY

They could-n't un-der-stand why the dro-ver cried
As they bu-ried the dro-ver's boy,
For the dro-ver had al-ways seemed so hard
To the men in his em-ploy.
A bolt-ing horse, a stir-rup lost,
and the dro-ver's boy was dead
The sho-velled dirt
and a mut-tered word
and it's back to the road a-head
and for-get a-bout -----the dro-ver's boy

They couldn't understand why the drover cut
A lock of the dead boy's hari,
Put it in the band of his battered old hat
As they watched him standing there.
And he told them "Take the cattle on,
I'll sit with the boy awhile";
A silent thought, a pipe to smoke
And it's ride another mile,
And forget about --- the drover's boy

The couldn't make out why the drover and the boy
Always camped so far away,
For the tall white man and the slim black boy
Had never had musch to say.
And the boy would be gone at the break of dawn
Tail the horses, carry on;
While the drover roused the sleeping men
Daylight ---- hit the road again,
And follow ------the drover's boy.

In the Camooweal pub they talked about
The death of the drover's boy,
They drank their rum with the stranger who'd come
From the Kimberley round Fitsroy
And he told them of the massacre in the West
Barest details, guess the rest
Shoot the bucks, grab a gin,
Cut her hair, break her in,
And call her boy --- the drover's boy.

So when they build the stock-man's hall of fame
and they talk a-bout the dro-ving game
re-mem-ber the girl
who was bed-mate and guide
Rode with the dro-ver side by side
Watched the bul-locks, flayed the hide
faith-ful wife but nev-er a bride
bred his sons for the cat-tle runs
don't weep for the dro-ver's boy
don't mourn for the dro-ver's boy
But don't for-get! The dro-ver's boy

midi sent to alan's midi page, NWC file to DickG.

John- how did you send to Karen before???