Your weathered headstone tells nothing about
Your life and what you went through.
In a lonely paddock, west of the range
I first made my acquaintance with you.

Convicted of stealing a horse or two
A trip to Australia you receive;
In chain gang and service for thirteen years
Until your ticket-of-leave.

Chorus And I still feel a sense of shame, That I first laughed at your name. But your name was the reason I found out more I'm wiser than I was before.

And you marry Jane and you work the land,
A family of ten you will raise,
You own a farm near Nepean shores,
In Cudgegong you end your days.