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The Death of Bennelong

Words and Music by Ben Scott (c) 2014

One great warrior died today near the orange grove at Squire's farm
He spoke no word and took no step, just slowly laid upon the ground
And all around him the wildflowers grew, he seemed at least a peaceful man
And the wind was yawning in the leaves, spoke of him yet no man grieves
That one great warrior died today, who held two nations in his hand

They laid him down in the sandy earth near the orange grove at Squire's farm
His skin like wrinkled she-oak wood where once a man of power stood
And most will say that he drank too much and his temper was known across the land
But he made his way across the world, met with the king or so I'm told
That one great warrior died today, who held three nations in his hand

Now his body lies in the sandy earth near the orange grove at Squire's farm
His grave marked with a plaque I made to show he was a friend of mine
And so that those who walk this land in some small way they will understand
That as time and progress stumbles on it covers the goods and the evils done
And that one great warrior died today, who held three nations in his hand
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