| Yes he’s lookin' kind of jaded |
| And his sight is not the best |
| And the hair around his muzzle’s turnin' grey |
| He has seen a hundred musters |
| And I think it’s only fair |
| We leave him in the longyard here today |
| He was broken in the sixties |
| Maybe sixty three or four |
| Never faltered always seemed to be on hand |
| Never have I seen him beaten |
| By a bullock in the bush |
| And at a night watch he was pick of all the land. |
| So leave him out there in the longyard |
| Do not rush him |
| Leave him out there with his mate the baldy bay |
| Leave him there till after smoko |
| And we’ll catch him |
| We’ll pull his tail and turn him out today |
| Yes he’s lookin' kind of jaded |
| And his sight is not the best |
| And the hair around his muzzle’s turnin' grey |
| He has seen a hundred musters |
| And I think it’s only fair |
| We leave him in the longyard here today |
| He’s entitled to some kindness |
| In return for all he’s been |
| Now he’s failin' and his step is gettin' slow |
| Let him squander his last summer |
| By the river with his mates |
| In the paddock where the sweetest grasses grow |
| So leave him out there in the longyard |
| Do not rush him |
| Leave him out there with his mate the baldy bay |
| With his mates that he can graze |
| And he can laze with |
| Leave him there and we will turn him out today |
| So leave him out there in the longyard |
| Do not rush him |
| Leave him out there with his mate the baldy bay |
| With his mates that he can graze |
| And he can laze with |
| Leave him there and we will turn him out today |
| Leave him there and we will turn him out today |