There is a lonely wagon trail, but now it's overgrown
Where the teams of toiling oxen used to heave and strain and moan
But there are echoes of the wagons in the Bushveld to this day
And the cracking whips as they made their trips to Delagoa Bay
There was a transport- rider that used to ride this trail
He had a pup with one ear up and a little stumpy tail
A throwback from old Jess's litter that they used to call "the rat"
With the heart of a lion and an eagle- eye and quick as a jungle cat
With his one ear down and his one ear up and a little stumpy tail
The ugliest of any pup, on any wagon trail
I sing of Jock of the Bushveld, he's legend still today
All the way from Lydenburg to Delagoa Bay
Throughout the Bushveld Jock was known, his master's pride and joy
He gained respect both far and wide from every Zulu boy
The finest hunter in the land could never match his skill
For he could track down any beast just at his master's will
With his one ear down and his one ear up and a little stumpy tail
The ugliest of any pup, on any wagon trail
I sing of Jock of the Bushveld, he's legend still today
All the way from Lydenburg to Delagoa Bay
He died while watching over the stock he tried to save
An accidental bullet sadly laid him in his grave
'Beneath a big tree in the Bushveld he lies at rest alone
And sometimes you can hear him whimper when the night winds moan
With his one ear down and his one ear up and his little stumpy tail
The ugliest of any pup, on any wagon's trail
I sing of Jock of the Bushveld, he's a legend still today
All the way from Lydenburg to Delagoa Bay
I sing of Jock of the Bushveld, he's a legend still today
All the way from Lydenburg to Delagoa Bay