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 long yard
here today
He was broken
in the sixties
maybe sixty
three or four
He 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 lands
So leave him out there
in the long yard
do not rush him
Leave him out there
with his mate
the baldy bay
Leave him there
till after smoko
then we'll catch him
And pull his tail
and 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 long yard
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 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 baldy 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 baldy 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