THE RODEO (Paul O Brien)
A couple of lads were scutting
On the back of a cattle truck
The lock broke on the tailgate
And the cows they slung their hook
Now they don’t like attention
And went charging at the louts
Who legged it to the flats
With lots of screams and shouts
Giddy-up, giddy-up giddy-down
Cowboys all around
The rodeo’s in town
Children running screaming
“There’s cattle on the loose”
Drovers running frantic
With sticks and with a noose
They chased them to the playground
Just like a coral
And we climbed on the fences playing
“High Chaporal”
With all the beasts assembled
And safely on the truck
The drovers had a head-count
“The black one’s gone, bad luck!”
She was hiding out at Jockser’s
Watching the T.V.
Eating all his biscuits
And drinking cups of tea
When they gather ‘round the camp fire
And the violins do play
Drovers rest their weary legs
At the end of a long day
When the boys are getting settled
And they’re stretched out on the hay
The old men tell the story
Of the one that got away