Yes he's looking kinda jaded
And his sight is not the best
And the hair around his muzzle's turning grey
He has seen a hundred musters
And I think it's only fair
That we leave him in the long yard here today
He was broken in the 60's
Maybe '63 or '4
And never faulted always seemed to be on hand
Never have I seen him beaten
By a bullock in the bush
And at night watch he was pick of all the land
So leave him out there in the long yard do not rush him
Leave him out there with his mate the bally bay
Leave him there 'til after smoko then we'll catch him
And pull his tail and turn him out today
Yes he's looking kind of jaded
And his sight is not the best
And the hair around his muzzle's turning grey
He has seen a hundred musters
And I think it's only fair
That we leave him in the long yard here today
He's entitled to some kindness
In return for all he's been
Now he's failing and his step is getting slow
Let him squander his last summers
By the river with his mates
In the paddock where the sweetest grasses grow
So leave him out there in the long yard do not rush him
Leave him out there with his mate the bally bay
With his mate that he can graze and he can laze with
Leave him there and we will turn him out today
Leave him out there in the long yard do not rush him
Leave him out there with his mate the bally bay
With his mate 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