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Only a pound said the auctioneer	A
Only a pound and I'm standing here	B
Selling this animal gain or loss	C
Only a pound for the drover's horse	D
One of the sort that was ne'er afraid	E
One of the boys of the Old Brigade	E
Thoroughly honest and game I'll swear	F
Only a little the worse for wear	F
Plenty as bad to be seen in town	G
Give me a bid and I'll knock him down	G
Sold as he stands and without recourse	D
Give me a bid for the drover's horse	D
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Loitering there in an aimless way	H
Somehow I noticed the poor old grey	H
Weary and battered and screwed of course	D
Yet when I noticed the old grey horse	D
The rough bush saddle and single rein	I
Of the bridle laid on his tangled mane	I
Straighway the crowd and the auctioneer	A
Seemed on a sudden to disappear	A
Melted away in a kind if haze	J
For my heart went back to the droving days	J
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Back to the road and I crossed again	K
Over the miles of the saltbush plain	I
The shining plain that is said to be	L
The dried up bed of an inland sea	L
Where the air so dry and so clear and bright	M
Refracts the sun with a wondrous light	M
And out in the dim horizon makes	N
The deep blue gleam of the phantom lakes	N
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At dawn of day we could feel the breeze	O
That stirred the boughs of the sleeping trees	O
And brought a breath of the fragrance rare	F
That comes and goes in that scented air	F
For the trees and grass and the shrubs contain	I
A dry sweet scent on the saltbush plain	I
for those that love it and understand	P
The saltbush plain is a wonderland	P
A wondrous country were Nature's ways	J
Were revealed to me in the droving days	J
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We saw the fleet wild horses pass	Q
And kangaroos through the Mitchell grass	Q
The emu ran with her frightened brood	R
All unmolested and unpursued	R
But there rose a shout and a wild hubbub	S
When the dingo raced for his native scrub	S
And he paid right dear for his stolen meals	T
With the drovers' dogs at his wretched heels	T
For we ran him down at a rattling pace	U
While the pack horse joined in the stirring chase	U
And a wild halloo at the kill we'd raise	J
We were light of heart in the droving days	J
'Twas a drover's horse and my hand again	K
Made a move to close on a fancied rein	I
For I felt a swing and the easy stride	R
Of the grand old horse that I used to ride	R
In drought or plenty in good or ill	V
The same old steed was my comrade still	V
The old grey horse with his honest ways	J
Was a mate to me in the droving days	J
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When we kept our watch in the cold and damp	W
If the cattle broke from the sleeping camp	W
Over the flats and across the plain	I
With my head bent down on his waving mane	I
Through the boughs above and the stumps below	X
On the darkest night I could let him go	X
At a racing speed he would choose his course	D
And my life was safe with the old grey horse	D
But man and horse had a favourite job	Y
When an outlaw broke from the station mob	Y
With a right good will was the stockwhip plied	R
As the old horse raced at the straggler's side	R
And the greenhide whip such a weal would raise	J
We could use the whip in the droving days	J
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Only a pound and was this the end	R
Only a pound for the drover's friend	R
The drover's friend that has seen his day	R
And now was worthless and cast away	R
With a broken knee and a broken heart	R
To be flogged and starved in a hawker's cart	R
Well I made a bid for a sense of shame	Z
And the memories of the good old game	Z
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Thank you Guinea and cheap at that	R
Against you there in the curly hat	R
Only a guinea and one more chance	A2
Down he goes if there's no advance	A2
Third and last time one two three	L
And the old grey horse was knocked down to me	L
And now he's wandering fat and sleek	B2
On the lucerne flats by the Homestead Creek	B2
I dare not ride him for fear he's fall	C2
But he does a journey to beat them all	C2
For though he scarcely a trot can raise	J
He can take me back to the droving days	J
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A B Banjo Paterson	D2

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