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NEW ZEALAND FOLK * SONG |
McKenzie's
Ghost Kath Tait |
"My father was an engineer on the Benmore Dam," says Kath, "and I had learnt about James McKenzie at school. I was reluctantly dragged away from the Mackenzie Country to Auckland at the age of 14, and lived in Auckland for the next 20 years.
The McKenzie Song was the first song I ever wrote, at the age of 17, after reading James McNeish's book The McKenzie Affair."
Am C G Am
I've mustered from Southland, through Central and North,
C G Am
In that rough barren country of tussock and gorse.
C G Am
And I've listened to songs that the old shearers tell,
C G Am
And passed them along with me own tales as well.
Chorus
C G Am
McKenzie, McKenzie was that you I saw,
C G Am
Roaming them backhills just up from Benmore,
C G Am
With 50 odd sheep and a good shepherd's dog.
C D Am
Was it your ghost in the morning fog?
They tell of McKenzie, sheep stealer they say,
He stole squatter's sheep and he drove them away,
With one strong eyed dog who hypnotised sheep,
To a far distant land where no white man had been.
Some say you were criminal, some say a good man,
Put down by the law and your dog it was damned.
They took you to prison but you set yourself free,
Then they took you again, your dog hung from a tree.
Them high country gales that blow through the night,
Where the musterers camp in the fire's dim light,
They often bring sounds way off in the dark,
Like a lone shepherd's whistle and a lone shepherd's bark.
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The Old Mackenzie Trail, by Bob Edwards, 1950s
McKenzie and his Dog, Traditional
A letter in the "Otago Witness" by Mr. L. Langlands, Highfield, Burke's Pass, 1880s
Article in "Canterbury, Old and New" by Mr. E.W. Seager, Inspector of Police, 1900
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