The Man from Snowy River
There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup,
And one was there, a stripling on a small and weedy beast,
But still so slight and weedy, one would doubt his power to stay,
"He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko's side,
So he went -- they found the horses by the big mimosa clump --
So Clancy rode to wheel them -- he was racing on the wing
Then fast the horsemen followed, where the gorges deep and black
When they reached the mountain's summit, even Clancy took a pull,
He sent the flint stones flying, but the pony kept his feet,
He was right among the horses as they climbed the further hill,
And he ran them single-handed till their sides were white with foam.
And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise
The classic Australian outback story, told so evocatively and well by Banjo Paterson. I first heard this at Kelmscott Primary School in WA when I was a kid, and then at various stages through my schooling years.
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