Leave Him In The Longyard

Well, he's looking kinda 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 '60s, 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 a night watch, he was pick of all the land, hey

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, take it away

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 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, and we'll catch him
We'll pull his tail and turn him out today, hey

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 him
We'll pull his tail and turn him out today

Yes, we'll pull his tail and turn him out today
I'll leave him there, and we will turn him out today (let's ride)