| Yes he’s lookin' kind of jaded
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| And his sight is not the best
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| And the hair around his muzzle’s turnin' grey
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| He has seen a hundred musters
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| And I think it’s only fair
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| We leave him in the longyard here today
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| He was broken in the sixties
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| Maybe sixty three or four
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| Never faltered always seemed to be on hand
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| Never have I seen him beaten
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| By a bullock in the bush
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| And at a night watch he was pick of all the land
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| So leave him out there in the longyard
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| Do not rush him
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| Leave him out there with his mate the baldy bay
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| With his mates that he can graze
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| He can laze with
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| Leave him there and we will turn him out today
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| Yes he’s lookin' kind of jaded
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| And his sight is not the best
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| And the hair around his muzzle’s turnin' grey
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| He has seen a hundred musters
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| And I think it’s only fair
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| We leave him in the longyard here today
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| He’s entitled to some kindness
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| In return for all he’s been
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| Now he’s failin' and his step is gettin' slow
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| Let him squander his last summer
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| By the river with his mates
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| In the paddock where the sweetest grasses grow
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| So leave him out there in the longyard
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| Do not rush him
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| Leave him out there with his mate the baldy bay
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| Leave him there till after smoko
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| And we’ll catch him
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| We’ll pull his tail and turn him out today
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| Yeah, leave him out there in the longyard
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| Do not rush him
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| Leave him out there with his mate the baldy bay
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| Leave him there till after smoko
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| And we’ll catch him
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| We’ll pull his tail and turn him out today
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| We’ll pull his tail and turn him out today
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| Leave him there and we will turn him out today |