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