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This was the way of it don't you know	A
Ryan was wanted for stealing sheep	B
And never a trooper high or low	A
Could find him catch a weasel asleep	B
Till Trooper Scott from the Stockman's Ford	C
A bushman too as I've heard them tell	D
Chanced to find him drunk as a lord	C
Round at the Shadow of Death Hotel	D
D'you know the place It's a wayside inn	E
A low grog shanty a bushman trap	F
Hiding away in its shame and sin	E
Under the shelter of Conroy's Gap	F
Under the shade of that frowning range	G
The roughest crowd that ever drew breath	H
Thieves and rowdies uncouth and strange	G
Were mustered round at the Shadow of Death	H
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The trooper knew that his man would slide	I
Like a dingo pup if he saw the chance	J
And with half a start on the mountain side	I
Ryan would lead him a merry dance	J
Drunk as he was when the trooper came	K
to him that did not matter a rap	F
Drunk or sober he was the same	K
The boldest rider in Conroy's Gap	F
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I want you Ryan the trooper said	L
And listen to me if you dare resist	M
So help me heaven I'll shoot you dead	L
He snapped the steel on his prisoner's wrist	M
And Ryan hearing the handcuffs click	N
Recovered his wits as they turned to go	A
For fright will sober a man as quick	N
As all the drugs that the doctors know	A
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There was a girl in that shanty bar	O
Went by the name of Kate Carew	P
Quiet and shy as the bush girls are	O
But ready witted and plucky too	P
She loved this Ryan or so they say	Q
And passing by while her eyes were dim	R
With tears she said in a careless way	Q
The Swagman's round in the stable Jim	R
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Spoken too low for the trooper's ear	S
Why should she care if he heard or not	T
Plenty of swagmen far and near	U
And yet to Ryan it meant a lot	T
That was the name of the grandest horse	V
In all the district from east to west	W
In every show ring on every course	V
They always counted The Swagman best	W
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He was a wonder a raking bay	Q
One of the grand old Snowdon strain	X
One of the sort that could race and stay	Q
With his mighty limbs and his length of rein	X
Born and bred on the mountain side	I
He could race through scrub like a kangaroo	P
The girl herself on his back might ride	I
And The Swagman would carry her safely through	P
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He would travel gaily from daylight's flush	Y
Till after the stars hung out their lamps	Z
There was never his like in the open bush	A2
And never his match on the cattle camps	Z
For faster horses might well be found	B2
On racing tracks or a plain's extent	C2
But few if any on broken ground	B2
Could see the way that The Swagman went	C2
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When this girl's father old Jim Carew	P
Was droving out on the Castlereagh	D2
With Conroy's cattle a wire came through	P
To say that his wife couldn't live the day	Q
And he was a hundred miles from home	E2
As flies the crow with never a track	F2
Through plains as pathless as ocean's foam	E2
He mounted straight on The Swagman's back	F2
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He left the camp by the sundown light	G2
And the settlers out on the Marthaguy	F2
Awoke and heard in the dead of night	G2
A single horseman hurrying by	H2
He crossed the Bogan at Dandaloo	D
And many a mile of the silent plain	X
That lonely rider behind him threw	P
Before they settled to sleep again	I2
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He rode all noght and he steered his course	V
By the shining stars with a bushman's skill	D
And every time that he pressed his horse	V
The Swagman answered him gamely still	D
He neared his home as the east was bright	G2
The doctor met him outside the town	J2
Carew How far did you come last night	G2
A hundred miles since the sun went down	J2
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And his wife got round and an oath he passed	K2
So long as he or one of his breed	L2
Could raise a coin though it took their last	K2
The Swagman never should want a feed	L2
And Kate Carew when her father died	I
She kept the horse and she kept him well	D
The pride of the district far and wide	I
He lived in style at the bush hotel	D
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Such wasThe Swagman and Ryan knew	P
Nothing about could pace the crack	F2
Little he'd care for the man in blue	P
If once he got on The Swagman's back	F2
But how to do it A word let fall	D
Gave him the hint as the girl passed by	H2
Nothing but Swagman stable wall	D
Go to the stable and mind your eye	H2
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He caught her meaning and quickly turned	M2
To the trooper Reckon you'll gain a stripe	N2
By arresting me and it's easily earned	M2
Let's go to the stable and get my pipe	N2
The Swagman has it So off they went	C2
And as soon as ever they turned their backs	O2
The girl slipped down on some errand bent	C2
Behind the stable and seized an axe	O2
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The trooper stood at the stable door	P2
While Ryan went in quite cool and slow	D
And then the trick had been played before	P2
The girl outside gave the wall a blow	D
Three slabs fell out of the stable wall	D
'Twas done 'fore ever the trooper knew	P
And Ryan as soon as he saw them fall	D
Mounted The Swagman and rushed him through	P
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The trooper heard the hoof beats ring	F2
In the stable yard and he jammed the gate	Q2
But The Swagman rose with a mighty spring	F2
At the fence and the trooper fired too late	Q2
As they raced away and his shots flew wide	I
And Ryan no longer need care a rap	F
For never a horse that was lapped in hide	I
Could catch The Swagman in Conroy's Gap	F
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And that's the story You want to know	D
If Ryan came back to his Kate Carew	P
Of course he should have as stories go	D
But the worst of it is this story's true	P
And in real life it's a certain rule	D
Whatever poets and authors say	Q
Of high toned robbers and all their school	D
These horsethief fellows aren't built that way	Q
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Come back Don't hope it the slinking hound	B2
He sloped across to the Queensland side	I
And sold The Swagman for fifty pound	B2
And stole the money and more beside	I
And took to drink and by some good chance	J
Was killed thrown out of a stolen trap	F
And that was the end of this small romance	J
The end of the story of Conroy's Gap	F

Banjo Paterson

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