Jock Chirac - Rambis

There is a lonely wagon trail, but now it's overgrown Where the teams of toiling oxen used to heave and strain and moan But there are echoes of the wagons in the Bushveld to this day And the cracking whips as they made their trips to Delagoa Bay There was a transport- rider that used to ride this trail He had a pup with one ear up and a little stumpy tail A throwback from old Jess's litter that they used to call "the rat" With the heart of a lion and an eagle- eye and quick as a jungle cat With his one ear down and his one ear up and a little stumpy tail The ugliest of any pup, on any wagon trail I sing of Jock of the Bushveld, he's legend still today All the way from Lydenburg to Delagoa Bay Throughout the Bushveld Jock was known, his master's pride and joy He gained respect both far and wide from every Zulu boy The finest hunter in the land could never match his skill For he could track down any beast just at his master's will With his one ear down and his one ear up and a little stumpy tail The ugliest of any pup, on any wagon trail I sing of Jock of the Bushveld, he's legend still today All the way from Lydenburg to Delagoa Bay He died while watching over the stock he tried to save An accidental bullet sadly laid him in his grave 'Beneath a big tree in the Bushveld he lies at rest alone And sometimes you can hear him whimper when the night winds moan With his one ear down and his one ear up and his little stumpy tail The ugliest of any pup, on any wagon's trail I sing of Jock of the Bushveld, he's a legend still today All the way from Lydenburg to Delagoa Bay I sing of Jock of the Bushveld, he's a legend still today All the way from Lydenburg to Delagoa Bay