The Unfortunate Tale of Billy Hunt

Lend me your attention for one moment
'Cause I've a tale to tell
Of a convict known as Billy Hunt
Who near escaped from hell
His detention at Port Arthur
Broke his cage and flew away
Flying like some sweet canary
Dressed in yellow, dressed in grey

And because the dogs were chained up to the waters
And the troopers watched the ground
When poor Billy got to eagle hawk
He could not get around
But by fate, or maybe fortune
Billy spied the guard was dead
Of an old grey kangaroo, stained and all the grass was red

Oh, poor Billy
Oh, poor Billy
Oh, poor Billy
Oh, poor Billy

Well Billy got this kangaroo and flayed him
Scammed this boomer of his hide
[?] his guts down on the grass and he hid himself inside
And then that Billy got to hopping, hopping
Hoping to get through
If only he could make the troopers think that he was a kangaroo

Billy, won't you jump jump jump jump
Jump jump jump jump jump jump
Billy jump jump jump jump jump jump
Jump jump jump jump
Billy run run run run run run run run
Run now Billy run run run run run run run run
Run now Billy run

Oh, so Billy kept a-hopping
And by luck guards were fooled by his disguise
"Kangaroo meat for the pot" they said with their hungry eyes
They got their rifles out and aimed them
And they nearly shot him dead
When they discerned their plan to kill him
He raised his head and cried

(Oh, poor Billy)
Oh, I'm not a kangaroo (Oh, poor Billy)
It's just me, Billy, poor Billy (Oh, poor Billy)
Oh, I'm not a kangaroo (Oh, poor Billy)
It's just me, Billy, try'na get through (Oh, poor Billy)
I'm gonna win my back, and though my back [?] is red (Oh, poor Billy)
There's a [?] man who wished that I was dead (Oh, poor Billy)
[?] (Oh, poor Billy)
[?] or we'll see the shadow [?] (Oh, poor Billy)
Oh, I'm not a kangaroo (Oh, poor Billy)
It's just me, Billy, poor Billy (Oh, poor Billy)
Oh, I'm not a kangaroo (Oh, poor Billy)
I'm not a kangaroo