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There was an agile sailor lad	A
Who longed to know the bush	B
So with his swag and billy can	C
He said he'd make a push	B
He left his ship in Moreton Bay	D
And faced the Western run	E
And asked his way ten times a day	D
And steered for Bandy's Run	E
Said Bandy You can start my son	E
If you can ride a horse	F
For stockmen on the cattle run	E
Were wanted there of course	F
Now Jack had strode the cross bars oft	G
On many a bounding sea	H
So reckoned he'd be safe enough	I
On any moke you see	H
	-
They caught him one and saddled it	J
And led it from the yard	K
It champed a bit and sidled round	L
And at the sailor sparred	K
Jack towed her to him with a grin	M
He eyed her fore and aft	N
Then thrust his foot the gangway in	M
And swung aboard the craft	N
	-
The watchers tumbled off the rail	O
The boss lay down and roared	P
While Jack held tight by mane and tail	O
And rocked about on board	P
But still he clung as monkeys cling	Q
To rudder line and flap	R
Although at every bound and spring	Q
They thought his neck must snap	R
	-
They stared to see him stick aloft	G
The brum bucked fierce and free	H
But he had strode the cross bars oft	G
On many a rolling sea	H
The saddle from the rolling back	S
Went spinning in mid air	T
Whilst two big boots were flung off Jack	S
And four shoes off the mare	T
	-
The bridle broke and left her free	H
He grasped her round the neck	U
We're 'mong the breakers now cried he	H
There's bound to be a wreck	U
The brumby struck and snorted loud	V
She reared and pawed the air	T
It was the grandest sight the crowd	V
Had ever witnessed there	T
For Jack with arms and legs held tight	W
The brumby's neck hung round	L
And yelled A pilot quick as light	W
Or strike me I'm aground	L
	-
The whites and blacks climbed on the rails	X
The boss stood smiling by	Y
As Jack exclaimed Away she sails	X
The brum began to fly	Y
She bounded first against the gate	Z
And Jack cried out Astern	M
Then struck a whirlpool at any rate	Z
That was the sailor's yarn	M
The brumby spun him round and round	L
She reared and'kicked and struck	A2
And with alternate bump and bound	L
In earnest began to buck	A2
	-
A tree loomed on the starboard bow	B2
And Port your helm cried he	H
She fouled a bush and he roared You scow	B2
And Keep to the open sea	H
From ears to tail he rode her hard	K
From tail to ears again	M
One mile beyond the cattle yard	K
And back across the plain	M
	-
Now high upon the pommel bumped	C2
Now clinging on the side	D2
And on behind the saddle lumped	C2
With arms and legs flung wide	D2
They only laughed the louder then	M
When the mare began to back	S
Until she struck the fence at last	E2
Then sat and looked at Jack	S
	-
He gasped I'm safe in port at last	E2
I'll quit your bounding mane	M
Dropped off and sang All danger's passed	E2
And Jack's come home again	M
Old Jack has been a stockman now	B2
On Bandy's Run for years	F2
Yet memories of that morning's fun	M
To many still bring tears	G2

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