Leave Him in the Longyard

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