There's a story that you're bound to hear if you're down on TargawayOf an outlaw and his dog of that boredom fameOf an ancient Maori trail to a grassy mountain valeTo the rugged land that bears Mackenzie's nameNow Mackenzie's so the story goes, rode the rangers on a steerBraced to lick his squad of sheep and when he'd doneHe would tell his collie pup to go back and round them upAnd to punch them home to the mountain runWhile the troopers took the trail for to bring this man to jailAnd recapture all the mossy faces tooThey captured him at last in a rugged mountain passAnd he went before the judge at TimaruThere was no signThere was no signThere was no sign of repentance when Mackenzie heard his sentenceFor the next words he held out were all he fightHe ignored the law and told him that no prison bars would hold himWhen the judge condemned his faithful dog to dieThere's a story that you're bound to hear if you're down on TargawayOf an outlaw and his dog of that boredom fameOf an ancient Maori trail to a grassy mountain valeTo the rugged land that bears Mackenzie's nameMusic© transcript Emily Beynon