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Sunday, August 07, 2011

Jumbuck in the tucker bag

Up rode the squatter, mounted on his thoroughbred
Cabalgó el colono, montado en su pura sangre
Down came the troopers, one, two, three
Y así llegaron los soldados, uno, dos, tres
Up jumped the swagman, leapt into the billabong
Brincó el vagabundo, saltando hacia el río
You'll never catch me alive, said he
Nunca me capturaréis vivo", gritó él
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by the billabong
Y su fantasma puede ser oído al pasar por la laguna.