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 stockhorse snuffs the battle with delight
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
On the plains.

And one was there, a stripling on a small and weedy beast
He was something like a racehorse undersized
With a touch of Timor pony - three parts thoroughbred at least
And such as are by mountain horsemen prized
He was hard and tough and wiry - just the sort that won't say die
There was courage in his quick impatient tread
And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye
And the proud and lofty carriage of his head
Well let's ride!

((Featuring verses from Banjo Peterson's "The Man From Snowy River".))