Slim Dusty lyrics : "The Bull Stag"
And as the butcher sharpened up his knife the beast began to talk
Misguided man the bullstag cried ?Don't perpetrate this crime
Don't sell me to your customers and tell 'em that I'm prime
For I was 32 last Christmas day and bred by Johnny Rudd
And for 19 long and happy years a monarch of his stud
But alas my master sold me and put me out to work
With the hair and hide flogged off me from Merindah out to Bourke
For years across the scorched Paroo with not a day to spare
My master kept me to the yoke and Moses could he swear!!
Oh I've cancers, bots and pleura and scarce can draw my breath
Pray let me drag my bones aside and die a natural death
But the butcher laughed a greasy laugh whilst pokin' out his tongue
I'll tell 'em that you're loose and fed, I'll tell em that you're young
They know not what they eat you know, the people of this town
God sends the likes of you chap to keep the prices down
And with that he knocked the old stag down and he made him into snags
Next day he winked the other eye as he dealt em out the stag
And if any of my patrons die from catching of your ills
I hope it may be some them that never pay their bills.
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