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There was movement at the station for the word had passed around	A
That the colt from Old Regret had got away	B
And had joined the wild bush horses he was worth a thousand pound	A
So all the cracks had gathered to the fray	B
All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far	C
Had mustered at the homestead overnight	D
For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are	C
And the stock horse snuffs the battle with delight	D
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There was Harrison who made his pile when Pardon won the cup	E
The old man with his hair as white as snow	F
But few could ride beside him when his blood was fairly up	E
He would go wherever horse and man could go	F
And Clancy of the Overflow came down to lend a hand	G
No better horseman ever held the reins	H
For never horse could throw him while the saddle girths would stand	G
He learnt to ride while droving on the plains	H
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And one was there a stripling on a small and weedy beast	I
He was something like a racehorse undersized	J
With a touch of Timor pony three parts thoroughbred at least	I
And such as are by mountain horsemen prized	J
He was hard and tough and wiry just the sort that won't say die	K
There was courage in his quick impatient tread	L
And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye	K
And the proud and lofty carriage of his head	L
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But still so slight and weedy one would doubt his power to stay	B
And the old man said That horse will never do	M
For a long and tiring gallop lad you'd better stop away	B
Those hills are far too rough for such as you	M
So he waited sad and wistful only Clancy stood his friend	N
I think we ought to let him come he said	L
I warrant he'll be with us when he's wanted at the end	N
For both his horse and he are mountain bred	L
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He hails from Snowy River up by Kosciusko's side	O
Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough	P
Where a horse's hoofs strike firelight from the flint stones every stride	O
The man that holds his own is good enough	P
And the Snowy River riders on the mountains make their home	Q
Where the river runs those giant hills between	R
I have seen full many horsemen since I first commenced to roam	Q
But nowhere yet such horsemen have I seen	R
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So he went they found the horses by the big mimosa clump	S
They raced away towards the mountain's brow	T
And the old man gave his orders Boys go at them from the jump	S
No use to try for fancy riding now	T
And Clancy you must wheel them try and wheel them to the right	D
Ride boldly lad and never fear the spills	U
For never yet was rider that could keep the mob in sight	D
If once they gain the shelter of those hills	U
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So Clancy rode to wheel them he was racing on the wing	V
Where the best and boldest riders take their place	W
And he raced his stock horse past them and he made the ranges ring	V
With the stockwhip as he met them face to face	W
Then they halted for a moment while he swung the dreaded lash	X
But they saw their well loved mountain full in view	M
And they charged beneath the stockwhip with a sharp and sudden dash	X
And off into the mountain scrub they flew	M
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Then fast the horsemen followed where the gorges deep and black	Y
Resounded to the thunder of their tread	L
And the stockwhips woke the echoes and they fiercely answered back	Y
From cliffs and crags that beetled overhead	L
And upward ever upward the wild horses held their way	B
Where mountain ash and kurrajong grew wide	O
And the old man muttered fiercely We may bid the mob good day	B
No man can hold them down the other side	O
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When they reached the mountain's summit even Clancy took a pull	Z
It well might make the boldest hold their breath	A2
The wild hop scrub grew thickly and the hidden ground was full	Z
Of wombat holes and any slip was death	A2
But the man from Snowy River let the pony have his head	L
And he swung his stockwhip round and gave a cheer	B2
And he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down its bed	L
While the others stood and watched in very fear	B2
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He sent the flint stones flying but the pony kept his feet	C2
He cleared the fallen timber in his stride	O
And the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat	C2
It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride	O
Through the stringy barks and saplings on the rough and broken ground	A
Down the hillside at a racing pace he went	D2
And he never drew the bridle till he landed safe and sound	A
At the bottom of that terrible descent	D2
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He was right among the horses as they climbed the further hill	E2
And the watchers on the mountain standing mute	F2
Saw him ply the stockwhip fiercely he was right among them still	E2
As he raced across the clearing in pursuit	F2
Then they lost him for a moment where two mountain gullies met	G2
In the ranges but a final glimpse reveals	H2
On a dim and distant hillside the wild horses racing yet	G2
With the man from Snowy River at their heels	H2
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And he ran them single handed till their sides were white with foam	Q
He followed like a bloodhound on their track	Y
Till they halted cowed and beaten then he turned their heads for home	Q
And alone and unassisted brought them back	Y
But his hardy mountain pony he could scarcely raise a trot	I2
He was blood from hip to shoulder from the spur	J2
But his pluck was still undaunted and his courage fiery hot	I2
For never yet was mountain horse a cur	J2
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And down by Kosciusko where the pine clad ridges raise	K2
Their torn and rugged battlements on high	K
Where the air is clear as crystal and the white stars fairly blaze	K2
At midnight in the cold and frosty sky	K
And where around the Overflow the reedbeds sweep and sway	B
To the breezes and the rolling plains are wide	O
The man from Snowy River is a household word to day	B
And the stockmen tell the story of his ride	O

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