Lost by Andrew Barton Paterson — Read

'He ought to be home,' said the old man, 'without there's something amiss. / He only went to the Two-mile -- he ought to be back by this. / He _WOULD_ ride the Reckless filly, he _WOULD_ have his wilful way; / And, here, he's not back at sundown -- and what will his mother say?

'He was always his mother's idol, since ever his father died; / And there isn't a horse on the station that he isn't game to ride. / But that Reckless mare is vicious, and if once she gets away / He hasn't got strength to hold her -- and what will his mother say?'