Armed with his gun, the packs on the run, the line still to be drawn
With a Gun in his hand, Billy faced that Spirit down.
Three stands I have known Billy Stapleton to make,
The first took his life.
Those who did that deal, don’t deserve their renown
Deep in the Hawkesbury, between fire and water, Billy led the packs against that spirit born,
At the call of the lone Hunter, whose pack mates had fallen, the line would be drawn
With a Gun his in hand, Billy shot that Spirit down.
Three stands I have known Billy Stapleton to make,
The first took his life.
Those who did that deal, don’t deserve their renown
In his
Billy Stapleton said, that they had passed the line, I’ll face that Bastard, my Gun drawn
With a Gun in his hand, Billy failed, did not gun that Horror down.
Three stands I have known Billy Stapleton to make,
The first took his life.
Those who did that deal, don’t deserve their renown
Deep in the night, where the Wolves howl, that Bastard made Billy Stapleton’s stand his last
With botched deal done, the child pursued its mind, no line left to be drawn
And, those who did that deal, surely brought Billy Stapleton down
Three stands I have known Billy Stapleton to make,
The first took his life.
Those who did that deal, don’t deserve their renown
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