Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Taking His Chance, artist - Slim Dusty. Album song Natural High, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Record label: EMI Recorded Music Australia
Song language: English
Taking His Chance |
They stood by the door of the Inn on the Rise |
May Carney looked up in the bushranger’s eyes: |
«Oh! |
why did you come? |
— it was mad of you, Jack; |
You know that the troopers are out on your track.» |
A laugh and a shake of his obstinate head |
«I wanted a dance, and I’ll chance it,» he said |
Some twenty-odd bushmen had come to the ball |
But Jack from his youth had been known to them all |
And bushmen are soft where a woman is fair |
So the love of May Carney protected him there |
Through all the short evening it seemed like romance |
She danced with a bushranger taking his chance |
'Twas midnight, the dancers stood suddenly still |
Hoofbeats were heard on the side of the hill |
Ben Duggan, the drover, along the hillside |
Came riding as only a bushman can ride |
He sprang from his horse, to the dancers he sped |
«The troopers are down in the gully!» |
he said |
Quite close to the shanty the troopers were seen |
«Clear out and ride hard for the ranges, Jack Dean! |
Be quick!» |
said May Carney, her hand on her heart |
«We'll bluff them awhile, and 'twill give you a start.» |
He lingered a moment, to kiss her, of course |
Then ran to the trees where he’d hobbled his horse |
She ran to the gate, and the troopers were there |
The jingle of hobbles came faint on the air |
Then loudly she screamed, it was only to drown |
The treacherous clatter of slip-rails let down |
But troopers are sharp, and she saw at a glance |
That someone was taking a desperate chance |
They chased, and they shouted, «Surrender, Jack Dean!» |
They called him three times in the name of the Queen |
Then came from the darkness the clicking of locks |
The crack of the rifles was heard in the rocks |
A shriek and a shout, and a rush of pale men |
And there lay the bushranger, chancing it then |
Oh, the sergeant dismounted and knelt on the sod |
«Your bushranging’s over, make peace, Jack, with God!» |
Oh, the dying man laughed, not a word he replied |
But turned to the girl who knelt down by his side |
He gazed in her eyes as she lifted his head |
«Just kiss me my girl, and I’ll chance it,» he said |