The Man from Snowy River

There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around / That the colt from old Regret had got away, / And had joined the wild bush horses -- he was worth a thousand pound, / So all the cracks had gathered to the fray. / All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far / Had mustered at the homestead overnight, / For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are, / And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight.

There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup, / The old man with his hair as white as snow; / But few could ride beside him when his blood was fairly up -- / He would go wherever horse and man could go. / And Clancy of the Overflow came down to lend a hand, / No better horseman ever held the reins; / For never horse could throw him while the saddle-girths would stand, / He learnt to ride while droving on the plains.