The Man from Snowy River

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     Prelude
        I have gathered these stories afar,

     The Man from Snowy River
        There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around

     Old Pardon, the Son of Reprieve
        You never heard tell of the story?

     Clancy of the Overflow
        I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better

     Conroy's Gap
        This was the way of it, don't you know —

     Our New Horse
        The boys had come back from the races

     An Idyll of Dandaloo
        On Western plains, where shade is not,

     The Geebung Polo Club
        It was somewhere up the country, in a land of rock and scrub,

     The Travelling Post Office
        The roving breezes come and go, the reed beds sweep and sway,

     Saltbush Bill
        Now this is the law of the Overland that all in the West obey,

     A Mountain Station
        I bought a run a while ago,

     Been There Before
        There came a stranger to Walgett town,

     The Man Who Was Away
        The widow sought the lawyer's room with children three in tow,

     The Man from Ironbark
        It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town,

     The Open Steeplechase
        I had ridden over hurdles up the country once or twice,

     The Amateur Rider
        HIM going to ride for us!  HIM —
          with the pants and the eyeglass and all.

     On Kiley's Run
        The roving breezes come and go

     Frying Pan's Theology
        Scene:  On Monaro.

     The Two Devines
        It was shearing-time at the Myall Lake,

     In the Droving Days
        'Only a pound,' said the auctioneer,

     Lost
        'He ought to be home,' said the old man,
          'without there's something amiss.

     Over the Range
        Little bush maiden, wondering-eyed,

     Only a Jockey
        Out in the grey cheerless chill of the morning light,

     How M'Ginnis Went Missing
        Let us cease our idle chatter,

     A Voice from the Town
        I thought, in the days of the droving,

     A Bunch of Roses
        Roses ruddy and roses white,

     Black Swans
        As I lie at rest on a patch of clover

     The All Right 'Un
        He came from 'further out',

     The Boss of the 'Admiral Lynch'
        Did you ever hear tell of Chili?  I was readin' the other day

     A Bushman's Song
        I'm travellin' down the Castlereagh, and I'm a station hand,

     How Gilbert Died
        There's never a stone at the sleeper's head,

     The Flying Gang
        I served my time, in the days gone by,

     Shearing at Castlereagh
        The bell is set a-ringing, and the engine gives a toot,

     The Wind's Message
        There came a whisper down the Bland between the dawn and dark,

     Johnson's Antidote
        Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp,

     Ambition and Art
        I am the maid of the lustrous eyes

     The Daylight is Dying
        The daylight is dying

     In Defence of the Bush
        So you're back from up the country, Mister Townsman, where you went,

     Last Week
        Oh, the new-chum went to the back block run,

     Those Names
        The shearers sat in the firelight, hearty and hale and strong,

     A Bush Christening
        On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few,

     How the Favourite Beat Us
        'Aye,' said the boozer, 'I tell you it's true, sir,

     The Great Calamity
        MacFierce'un came to Whiskeyhurst

     Come-by-Chance
        As I pondered very weary o'er a volume long and dreary —

     Under the Shadow of Kiley's Hill
        This is the place where they all were bred;

     Jim Carew
        Born of a thoroughbred English race,


        We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave