I knew a ma-an in Arnhem Land
Whose name will li-ive forever
A dark and passionate man was he
And his name was Na-amatjira
He painted o-only what he saw
And died a bro-oken man-oh
For he gave a drink to a friend of his
Who gave him a he-elping hand-oh
The lawman too-ook him by the arm
And lead him to-oo a cell-oh
They took advantage of this man
Who painted true-ue and well-oh
He died whilst pai-ainting in his prime
They did not bui-ild a shrine-oh
But laid him to rest in a grave that was best
All for the likes of a Dingo
Some people whi-ite of skin they say
Heard of this wro-ongful deed-oh
They built a shrine to commemorate his crime
This artist Na-amatjira
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