Well, 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 60's, maybe '63 or '4
And never faltered, 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 longyard, do not rush him
Leave him out there with his mate, the baldy bay
With his mates that he can graze, he can laze with
Leave him there and we will turn him out today
Oh, 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
That we leave him in the longyard here today
He's entitled to some kindness in return for all he's bid
Now he's failin' and his step is gettin' slow
So let him squander his last summers by the river with his mate
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
Leave him there 'til after smoko, then we'll catch 'im
We'll pull his tail and turn him out today
yeah, leave him out there in the longyard, do not rush him
Leave him out there with his mate, the baldy bay
Leave him there 'til after smoko, then we'll catch 'im
We'll pull his tail and turn him out today
Yes, we'll pull his tail and turn him out today
Oh, leave him there and we will turn him out today

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