There was movement at the station,for the word has passed around That the colt from old Regret had got away, And had joined the wild bush horses - he was worth a thousand pounds, So all the cracks had gathered to the fray. All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far. For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are, And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight.
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And down by Koskiusko.where the pine-clad ridges raise Their torn and rugged battlements on high, Where the air is clear as crystal,and the white stars fairly blaze At midnight in the cold and frosty sky, And where around the Overflow the reed-beds sweep and sway To the breezes,and the rolling plains are wide, The Man from Snowy River is a household word today, And the stockmen tell the story of his ride,
