Rio Grande's Last Race and Other Verses
by Andrew Barton Paterson
CONTENTS
RIO GRANDE'S LAST RACE
Now this was what Macpherson told -
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BY THE GREY GULF-WATER
Far to the Northward there lies a land, -
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WITH THE CATTLE
The
drought is down on field and flock, -
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THE FIRST SURVIVOR
`The
opening of the railway line! -the Governor and all! -
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MULGA BILL'S BICYCLE
'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze; -
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THE PEARL DIVER
Kanzo Makame, the diver,
sturdy and small Japanee -
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THE CITY OF DREADFUL THIRST
The stranger came from Narromine and made his little joke -
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SALTBUSH BILL'S GAME COCK
'Twas Saltbush Bill, with his travelling sheep, was making his way to town -
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HAY AND HELL AND BOOLIGAL
`You come and see me, boys,' he said; -
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A WALGETT EPISODE
The sun strikes down with a blinding glare, -
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FATHER RILEY'S HORSE
'Twas the horse thief, Andy Regan, that was hunted like a dog -
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THE SCOTCH ENGINEER
With eyes that searched in the dark, -
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SONG OF THE FUTURE
'Tis strange that in a land so strong, -
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ANTHONY CONSIDINE
Out in the wastes of the West countrie, -
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SONG OF THE ARTESIAN WATER
Now the stock have started dying, for the Lord has sent a
drought; -
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A DISQUALIFIED JOCKEY'S STORY
You see, the thing was this way - there was me, -
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THE ROAD TO GUNDAGAI
The mountain road goes up and down, -
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SALTBUSH BILL'S SECOND FIGHT
The news came down on the Castlereagh, and went to the world at large, -
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HARD LUCK
I left the course, and by my side -
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SONG OF THE FEDERATION
As the nations sat together,
grimlywaiting -
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THE OLD AUSTRALIAN WAYS
The London lights are far abeam -
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THE BALLAD OF THE CALLIOPE
By the far Samoan shore,-
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DO THEY KNOW?
Do they know? At the turn to the straight
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THE PASSING OF GUNDAGAI
`I'll introdooce a friend!' he said, -
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THE WARGEILAH HANDICAP
Wargeilah town is very small, -
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ANY OTHER TIME
All of us play our very best game -
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THE LAST TRUMP
`You led the trump,' the old man said -
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TAR AND FEATHERS
Oh! the
circus swooped down -
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IT'S GRAND
It's grand to be a squatter -
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OUT OF SIGHT
They held a polo meeting at a little country town, -
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THE ROAD TO OLD MAN'S TOWN
The fields of youth are filled with flowers, -
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THE OLD TIMER'S STEEPLECHASE
The sheep were shorn and the wool went down -
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IN THE STABLE
What! You don't like him; well, maybe - we all have our fancies, of course: -
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``HE GIVETH HIS BELOVED SLEEP''
The long day passes with its load of sorrow: -
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DRIVER SMITH
'Twas Driver Smith of Battery A was
anxious to see a fight; -
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THERE'S ANOTHER BLESSED HORSE FELL DOWN
When you're lying in your
hammock,
sleeping soft and
sleeping sound, -
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ON THE TREK
Oh, the weary, weary journey on the trek, day after day, -
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THE LAST PARADE
With never a sound of
trumpet, -
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WITH FRENCH TO KIMBERLEY
The Boers were down on Kimberley with siege and Maxim gun; -
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JOHNNY BOER
Men fight all shapes and sizes as the racing horses run, -
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WHAT HAVE THE CAVALRY DONE
What have the
cavalry done? -
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RIGHT IN THE FRONT OF THE ARMY
`Where 'ave you been this week or more, -
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THAT V.C.
'Twas in the days of front attack, -
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FED UP
I ain't a timid man at all, I'm just as brave as most, -
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JOCK!
There's a soldier that's been doing of his share -
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SANTA CLAUS
Halt! Who goes there? The sentry's call -
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RIO GRANDE'S LAST RACE
NOW this was what Macpherson told
While
waiting in the stand;
A
reckless rider, over-bold,
The only man with hands to hold
The rushing Rio Grande.
He said, `This day I bid good-bye
`To bit and
bridle rein,
`To ditches deep and fences high,
`For I have dreamed a dream, and I
`Shall never ride again.
`I dreamt last night I rode this race
`That I to-day must ride,
`And cant'ring down to take my place
`I saw full many an old friend's face
`Come stealing to my side.
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`Dead men on horses long since dead,
`They clustered on the track;
`The champions of the days long fled,
`They moved around with noiseless tread -
`Bay,
chestnut, brown, and black.
`And one man on a big grey steed
`Rode up and waved his hand;
`Said he, ``We help a friend in need,
```And we have come to give a lead
`To you and Rio Grande.
```For you must give the field the slip,
```So never draw the rein,
```But keep him moving with the whip,
```And if he
falter - set your lip
```And rouse him up again.
```But when you reach the big stone wall,
```Put down your
bridle hand
```And let him sail - he cannot fall -
```But don't you
interfere at all;
```You trust old Rio Grande.''
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`We started, and in front we showed,
`The big horse
running free:
`Right fearlessly and game he strode,
`And by my side those dead men rode
`Whom no one else could see.
`As
silently as flies a bird,
`They rode on either hand;
`At every fence I
plainly heard
`The
phantom leader give the word,
```Make room for Rio Grande!''
`I spurred him on to get the lead,
`I chanced full many a fall;
`But swifter still each
phantom steed
`Kept with me, and at racing speed
`We reached the big stone wall.
`And there the
phantoms on each side
`Drew in and blocked his leap;
`"Make room! make room!" I loudly cried,
`But right in front they seemed to ride -
`I cursed them in my sleep.
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`He never flinched, he faced it game,