So he went- they found the horses by the big mimosa clump-
They raced away toward the mountain"s brow,
And the old man gave his orders,"Boys, go at them from the jump,
No use to try fancy for riding now.
And,Clancy,you must wheel them,try and wheel them to the right.
Ride boldly, Lad ,and never fear the spills,
For never yet was rider that could keep the mob in sight,
If once they gain the Shelter of those hills."
Unknown "Beautiful Brumby" Content - 16 years, 8 months, 28 days ago

"He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko"s side,
Where the hills are twice as rough,
Where the horse"s hoofs strike firelight from the flint stones every stride,
The man that holds his own is good enough.
And the Snowy River Riders on the mountains make there home,
Where the river runs those giant hills between;
I have seen full many horsemen since I first commenced to roam,
But nowhere yet such horsemen have I seen."
Unknown "Beautiful Brumby" Content - 16 years, 8 months, 29 days ago

But still so slight and weedy,one would doubt his power to stay,
And the old man said,"That hoarse will never do
For a long and tiring gallop-Lad, you"d better stop away,
Those hills are far too rough for such as you."
So he waited sad and wistfull- only Clancy stood his friend-
"I think we ought to let him come," he said;
"I warrant he"ll be with us when he"s wanted at the end,
For both his hoarse and he are mountain bred.
Unknown "Beautiful Brumby" Content - 16 years, 8 months, 29 days ago

And one was there,a strippling on a small and weedy beast, He was something like a racehoarse undersized, With a touch of Timor pony-three parts thoughbred at least- And such as are by mountain horsemen prized. He was hard and tough and wiry- just the sort that wont say die- There was courage in his quich impatient traed; And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye, And the proud and lofty carriage of his head.
Unknown "Beautiful Brumby" Content - 16 years, 9 months, 19 days ago

There was Harrison,who made his pile when Pardon won the cup, The old man with 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 Clancyof 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 lernt to ride while droving on the plains.
Unknown "Beautiful Brumby" Content - 16 years, 9 months, 24 days ago