The cocky had at least hundreds of horses
But never had any full time men~
He'd only hire for the muster
To bring all the horses in once agen~
The men he hired were all good riders
And some came as close as next door~
They knew this country back to front
Each and every one of them worth top score~
And this old cocky had himself a son
Who was home from school this fall~
This boy thought that he d show his father
How well he too could ride to beat them all~
The old cocky told his son to stay at home
And get on with his daily chores~
Its a mans world out there boy he said
And you got study and homework to do here indoors~
But when all the men got moving
The boy followed close behind~
These blokes are hired and Im his son
He said ... I ll show them Im not blind~
Up the track one horse broke out from the mob
And appeared from the cover of all the dust~
I ll get this one he quietly thought
Or else I ll flamen bust~
The horse he chased went over a steep ridge
And the boy followed then not knowing~
Just what it was he was about to do
Or where it was he was going~
When he saw he was in the steepest decent
He paniced and dropped one rein~
The horse that he sat it made the ride
And it suffered all of the pain~
The horse he was chasing was winded and broken
And so bruised it could no longer run~
Both the horses had to be shot
After what it was that the boy had done~
The men later spread the story around
Of how the boy had almost died~
Of how his father had delivered to him a belting
And of how the boy had cried~
Then a journo from the city
Heard this story in a mountain pub one day~
And added it to his bush poen collection
And wrote it all down in his own way~
He wrote the story and changed it some
Just a couple of words or two~
But it all turned out to be an aussie lie
And far from the truth it grew~
Turned into a man instead of a boy
And as well into a truly historic ride~
But it should have read a bold young lad
That refused to stay at home and inside~
The men up there were all top riders
And they took great care of their horses as well~
For these animals were their livelyhood
Any of them today if they could would gladly tell~
Now may you may choose not to believe me
This so help me is the truth~
And every time those knowing here this poets version
they kick the dust , cringe and whisper .... Struth~
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