The Ox Driving Song - The Seekers, Bobby Richards And His Orchestra

Crack the whip and bring the blood.

Make the leaders take the mud.

We’ve got the wheels

And we turn them around.

One long hard pull and we’re on hard ground,

Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o.

Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o.

Timaride-i-o, Timaride-i-o.

Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o.

On the fourteenth day of October-o,

I hitched my team in order-o

To try the hills

Of Saludio.

Timaro, Timaride-i-o,

Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o.

Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o.

Timaride-i-o, Timaride-i-o.

Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o.

When I got there, the hills were steep,

Would make another person weep

To hear me cuss

And crack my whip.

And see the oxen pull and slip.

Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o.

Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o.

Timaride-i-o, Timaride-i-o.

Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o.

When I get home among my friends,

That’s where my toil and trouble ends

And bid adieu

To the whip and line.

And ride no more in the winter time.

Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o.

Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o.

Timaride-i-o, Timaride-i-o.

Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o.

Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o,

Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o,

Tima ride-i-o!

o!

o!

(spoken) Yeah!