The Man From Snowy River Chords by Slim Dusty
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around, that the colt from old regret had [D] got away,
[G] And had joined the Wild Bush Horses, [C] he was worth a [G] thousand pounds, so all the [D] cracks had gathered [G] to the fray.
[C] All the pride and noted riders [G] from the stations near and far, had mustered at the homestead [D] overnight,
For [G] the Bushmen love hard riding where the [C] Wild Bush [G] Horses are, and the stock horse snuffs [D] the battle with [G] delight.
There was Harrison who made his pile [C] and pardoned one [G] the cup, and the old man with his hair as white [D] as snow,
[G] But few could ride beside him when [C] his blood was fairly [G] up, he would go wherever [D] horse or man [G] could go.
[C] And Clancy of the overflow [G] came down to lend a hand, no better horseman ever [D] held the reins,
[G] For never horse could throw him [C] while the saddle [G] girth would stand, and he learned to [D] ride while droving [G] on the plains.
And one was there a stripling [C] on a small and [G] weedy beast, he was something like a race horse [D]
undersized,
[G] With a touch of time or pony three [C] parts thorough [G] bred at least, and such as [D] are by mountain [G] horsemen prized.
He [C] was hard and tough and wiry [G] just the sort that won't say die, there was courage in his quick [D] impatient tread,
[G] And he bore the badge of gameness in [C] his bright and [G] fiery eye, and the proud and [D] lofty carriage [G] of his head.
But still so slight and weedy one [C] would doubt his pal [G] to stay, and the old man said, that horse will never [D] do,
[G] For a long and tiring gallop glad [C] you'd better stop [G] away, those hills are far [D] too rough for such [G] as you.
So [C] he waited sad and with the [G] lonely Clancy stood his friend, oh I think we ought to let him come [D] he said,
And [G] I warrant he'll be with us when [C] he's wanted at [G] the end, for both his horse [D] and he are [G] mountain bred.
Oh he hails from snowy river up [C] by [G] Kosciuszko's side, where the hills are twice as steep and twice [D] as rough,
Where [G] a horse is who strike by light from [C] the flintstones [G] every stride, and the man that hold [D] his own is [G] good enough.
And [C] the snowy river riders on [G] the mountains make their home, where the river runs those giant hills [D] between.
I [G] have seen full many horsemen since [C] I first commenced [G] to roam, but no way yet [D] such horsemen have [G] I seen.
[F] So he went they found the horses [Bb] by the big mimosa [F] clump, they raced away towards the [C] mountains proud,
[F] And the old man gave his orders, [Bb] boys go at them from the [F] junk, no use to try for [C] fancy [F] riding now.
[Bb] And Clancy you must wheel [F] them, try and wheel them to the right, and ride boldly lad and never [C] fear the spills.
[F] For never yet was rider [Bb] that could keep that [F] mob in sight, if once they [C] gained the shelter [F] of those hills.
So Clancy rode to wheel them, [Bb] he was racing [F] on the wing, where the best and boldest riders [C] take their place.
[F] And he raced his stock horse past them, [Bb] and he made the [F] rangers ring with his stock whip [C] as he met them face [F] to face.
Then [Bb] they halted for a moment while [F] he swung the dreaded lass, but they saw their well beloved [C] mountain full in view.
And they [F] charged beneath the stock whip with [Bb] a sharp [F] and sudden dash, and off into the [C] mountains [F] they flew.
[G] Then past the horsemen followed [C] where the gorges [G] deep and black resounded to the thunder [D] of their tread.
[G] And the stock whip woke the echoes [C] and they fiercely [G] answered back from cliffs and [D] crags that beetled [G] overhead.
[C] And upward, ever upward [G] the wild horses held their way, where currajong and mountain ash [D] grew wide.
And [G] the old man muttered fiercely, we [C] may bit [G] the mob today, no man could hold [D] them down [G] the other side.
When they reached the mountain summit, even [C] Clancy [G] took a pull, it well might make the boldest [D] hold their breath.
[G] The wild hop scrub grew thickly [C] and the hidden [G] ground was full of wombat [D] holes and any slip [G] was death.
But [C] the man from Snowy River let [G] the pony have his head, and he swung his stock whip round and gave [D] a cheer.
[G] And he raced him down the mountain [C] like a torrent [G] down its bed, while the others [D] stood and watched in [G] very fear.
He sent the flintstones flying, but [C] the pony kept [G] his feet, for he cleared the fallen timber in [D] his stride.
[G] And the man from Snowy River never [C] shifted in his [G] seat, it was grand to see that [D] mountain [G] horseman ride.
[C] Through the stringy barks and saplings [G] on the rough and broken ground, down the hillside at a racing [D] pace he went.
[G] And he never drew the bridle [C] till he landed [G] safe and sound at the bottom of [D] that terrible [G] descent.
[F] He was right among the horses as [Bb] they climbed the father [F] hill, and the watchers on the mountain [C] standing mute.
[F] Saw him ply the stock whip fiercely, [Bb] he was right [F] among them still as he raced across the [C] clearing [F] in pursuit.
[Bb] Then they lost him for a moment [F] where two mountain gullies met, in the ranges over the final glimpse [C]
reveals.
[F] On a dim and distant hillside, [Bb] the wild horses [F] racing yet, with the man from [C] Snowy River [F] at their heels.
[G] And he ran them single-handed till their [C] sides were [G] white with foam, he followed like a bloodhound [D] on their track.
[G] Till they halted cowed and beaten, then [C] he turned their [G] heads for home, and alone and [D] unassisted brought [G] them back.
But [C] his hardy mountain pony he [G] could scarcely raise a trot, he was blood from hip to shoulder [D] from the spur.
[G] But his pluck was still undaunted [C] and his courage [G] fiery hot, for never yet [D] was mountain horse [G] a cur.
[F] And down by [Bb] Kosciuszko where the pine-clad ridges [F] raise, their torn and rugged battlements on [C] high.
[F] Where the air is clear as crystal [Bb] and the white stars [F] fairly blaze, at midnight [C] in the cold and [F] frosty sky.
[Bb] And where around the overflow [F] the reed beds sweep and sway, to the breezes and the rolling [C] plains are wide.
[F] Oh the man from Snowy River [Bb] is a household word [F] today, and stockmen tell [C] the story of [F] his ride.
And [C] stockmen tell the story of [F] his ride.
[C] [F] [C] [F]
[C] [F]
There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around, that the colt from old regret had [D] got away,
[G] And had joined the Wild Bush Horses, [C] he was worth a [G] thousand pounds, so all the [D] cracks had gathered [G] to the fray.
[C] All the pride and noted riders [G] from the stations near and far, had mustered at the homestead [D] overnight,
For [G] the Bushmen love hard riding where the [C] Wild Bush [G] Horses are, and the stock horse snuffs [D] the battle with [G] delight.
There was Harrison who made his pile [C] and pardoned one [G] the cup, and the old man with his hair as white [D] as snow,
[G] But few could ride beside him when [C] his blood was fairly [G] up, he would go wherever [D] horse or man [G] could go.
[C] And Clancy of the overflow [G] came down to lend a hand, no better horseman ever [D] held the reins,
[G] For never horse could throw him [C] while the saddle [G] girth would stand, and he learned to [D] ride while droving [G] on the plains.
And one was there a stripling [C] on a small and [G] weedy beast, he was something like a race horse [D]
undersized,
[G] With a touch of time or pony three [C] parts thorough [G] bred at least, and such as [D] are by mountain [G] horsemen prized.
He [C] was hard and tough and wiry [G] just the sort that won't say die, there was courage in his quick [D] impatient tread,
[G] And he bore the badge of gameness in [C] his bright and [G] fiery eye, and the proud and [D] lofty carriage [G] of his head.
But still so slight and weedy one [C] would doubt his pal [G] to stay, and the old man said, that horse will never [D] do,
[G] For a long and tiring gallop glad [C] you'd better stop [G] away, those hills are far [D] too rough for such [G] as you.
So [C] he waited sad and with the [G] lonely Clancy stood his friend, oh I think we ought to let him come [D] he said,
And [G] I warrant he'll be with us when [C] he's wanted at [G] the end, for both his horse [D] and he are [G] mountain bred.
Oh he hails from snowy river up [C] by [G] Kosciuszko's side, where the hills are twice as steep and twice [D] as rough,
Where [G] a horse is who strike by light from [C] the flintstones [G] every stride, and the man that hold [D] his own is [G] good enough.
And [C] the snowy river riders on [G] the mountains make their home, where the river runs those giant hills [D] between.
I [G] have seen full many horsemen since [C] I first commenced [G] to roam, but no way yet [D] such horsemen have [G] I seen.
[F] So he went they found the horses [Bb] by the big mimosa [F] clump, they raced away towards the [C] mountains proud,
[F] And the old man gave his orders, [Bb] boys go at them from the [F] junk, no use to try for [C] fancy [F] riding now.
[Bb] And Clancy you must wheel [F] them, try and wheel them to the right, and ride boldly lad and never [C] fear the spills.
[F] For never yet was rider [Bb] that could keep that [F] mob in sight, if once they [C] gained the shelter [F] of those hills.
So Clancy rode to wheel them, [Bb] he was racing [F] on the wing, where the best and boldest riders [C] take their place.
[F] And he raced his stock horse past them, [Bb] and he made the [F] rangers ring with his stock whip [C] as he met them face [F] to face.
Then [Bb] they halted for a moment while [F] he swung the dreaded lass, but they saw their well beloved [C] mountain full in view.
And they [F] charged beneath the stock whip with [Bb] a sharp [F] and sudden dash, and off into the [C] mountains [F] they flew.
[G] Then past the horsemen followed [C] where the gorges [G] deep and black resounded to the thunder [D] of their tread.
[G] And the stock whip woke the echoes [C] and they fiercely [G] answered back from cliffs and [D] crags that beetled [G] overhead.
[C] And upward, ever upward [G] the wild horses held their way, where currajong and mountain ash [D] grew wide.
And [G] the old man muttered fiercely, we [C] may bit [G] the mob today, no man could hold [D] them down [G] the other side.
When they reached the mountain summit, even [C] Clancy [G] took a pull, it well might make the boldest [D] hold their breath.
[G] The wild hop scrub grew thickly [C] and the hidden [G] ground was full of wombat [D] holes and any slip [G] was death.
But [C] the man from Snowy River let [G] the pony have his head, and he swung his stock whip round and gave [D] a cheer.
[G] And he raced him down the mountain [C] like a torrent [G] down its bed, while the others [D] stood and watched in [G] very fear.
He sent the flintstones flying, but [C] the pony kept [G] his feet, for he cleared the fallen timber in [D] his stride.
[G] And the man from Snowy River never [C] shifted in his [G] seat, it was grand to see that [D] mountain [G] horseman ride.
[C] Through the stringy barks and saplings [G] on the rough and broken ground, down the hillside at a racing [D] pace he went.
[G] And he never drew the bridle [C] till he landed [G] safe and sound at the bottom of [D] that terrible [G] descent.
[F] He was right among the horses as [Bb] they climbed the father [F] hill, and the watchers on the mountain [C] standing mute.
[F] Saw him ply the stock whip fiercely, [Bb] he was right [F] among them still as he raced across the [C] clearing [F] in pursuit.
[Bb] Then they lost him for a moment [F] where two mountain gullies met, in the ranges over the final glimpse [C]
reveals.
[F] On a dim and distant hillside, [Bb] the wild horses [F] racing yet, with the man from [C] Snowy River [F] at their heels.
[G] And he ran them single-handed till their [C] sides were [G] white with foam, he followed like a bloodhound [D] on their track.
[G] Till they halted cowed and beaten, then [C] he turned their [G] heads for home, and alone and [D] unassisted brought [G] them back.
But [C] his hardy mountain pony he [G] could scarcely raise a trot, he was blood from hip to shoulder [D] from the spur.
[G] But his pluck was still undaunted [C] and his courage [G] fiery hot, for never yet [D] was mountain horse [G] a cur.
[F] And down by [Bb] Kosciuszko where the pine-clad ridges [F] raise, their torn and rugged battlements on [C] high.
[F] Where the air is clear as crystal [Bb] and the white stars [F] fairly blaze, at midnight [C] in the cold and [F] frosty sky.
[Bb] And where around the overflow [F] the reed beds sweep and sway, to the breezes and the rolling [C] plains are wide.
[F] Oh the man from Snowy River [Bb] is a household word [F] today, and stockmen tell [C] the story of [F] his ride.
And [C] stockmen tell the story of [F] his ride.
[C] [F] [C] [F]
[C] [F]
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There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around, that the colt from old regret had [D] got away,
_ [G] And had joined the Wild Bush Horses, [C] he was worth a [G] thousand pounds, so all the [D] cracks had gathered [G] to the fray.
_ [C] All the pride and noted riders [G] from the stations near and far, had mustered at the homestead [D] overnight,
_ For [G] the Bushmen love hard riding where the [C] Wild Bush [G] Horses are, and the stock horse snuffs [D] the battle with [G] delight.
_ There was Harrison who made his pile [C] and pardoned one [G] the cup, and the old man with his hair as white [D] as snow,
_ _ [G] But few could ride beside him when [C] his blood was fairly [G] up, he would go wherever [D] horse or man [G] could go.
_ [C] And Clancy of the overflow [G] came down to lend a hand, no better horseman ever [D] held the reins,
_ [G] For never horse could throw him [C] while the saddle [G] girth would stand, and he learned to [D] ride while droving [G] on the plains.
_ And one was there a stripling [C] on a small and [G] weedy beast, he was something like a race horse [D] _
undersized,
[G] With a touch of time or pony three [C] parts thorough [G] bred at least, and such as [D] are by mountain [G] horsemen prized.
He [C] was hard and tough and wiry [G] just the sort that won't say die, there was courage in his quick [D] impatient tread,
_ [G] And he bore the badge of gameness in [C] his bright and [G] fiery eye, and the proud and [D] lofty carriage [G] of his head.
_ But still so slight and weedy one [C] would doubt his pal [G] to stay, and the old man said, that horse will never [D] do,
_ _ [G] For a long and tiring gallop glad [C] you'd better stop [G] away, those hills are far [D] too rough for such [G] as you.
_ So [C] he waited sad and with the [G] lonely Clancy stood his friend, oh I think we ought to let him come [D] he said,
And [G] I warrant he'll be with us when [C] he's wanted at [G] the end, for both his horse [D] and he are [G] mountain bred.
_ Oh he hails from snowy river up [C] by [G] Kosciuszko's side, where the hills are twice as steep and twice [D] as rough,
Where [G] a horse is who strike by light from [C] the flintstones [G] every stride, and the man that hold [D] his own is [G] good enough.
_ And [C] the snowy river riders on [G] the mountains make their home, where the river runs those giant hills [D] between.
_ I [G] have seen full many horsemen since [C] I first commenced [G] to roam, but no way yet [D] such horsemen have [G] I seen.
_ [F] _ _ So he went they found the horses [Bb] by the big mimosa [F] clump, they raced away towards the [C] mountains proud,
_ _ [F] And the old man gave his orders, [Bb] boys go at them from the [F] junk, no use to try for [C] fancy [F] riding now.
_ [Bb] And Clancy you must wheel [F] them, try and wheel them to the right, and ride boldly lad and never [C] fear the spills.
_ _ [F] For never yet was rider [Bb] that could keep that [F] mob in sight, if once they [C] gained the shelter [F] of those hills.
_ So Clancy rode to wheel them, [Bb] he was racing [F] on the wing, where the best and boldest riders [C] take their place.
_ [F] And he raced his stock horse past them, [Bb] and he made the [F] rangers ring with his stock whip [C] as he met them face [F] to face.
_ Then [Bb] they halted for a moment while [F] he swung the dreaded lass, but they saw their well beloved [C] mountain full in view.
_ And they [F] charged beneath the stock whip with [Bb] a sharp [F] and sudden dash, and off into the [C] mountains [F] they flew.
_ [G] _ _ Then past the horsemen followed [C] where the gorges [G] deep and black resounded to the thunder [D] of their tread.
_ [G] And the stock whip woke the echoes [C] and they fiercely [G] answered back from cliffs and [D] crags that beetled [G] overhead.
_ [C] And upward, ever upward [G] the wild horses held their way, where currajong and mountain ash [D] grew wide.
And [G] the old man muttered fiercely, we [C] may bit [G] the mob today, no man could hold [D] them down [G] the other side.
_ When they reached the mountain summit, even [C] Clancy [G] took a pull, it well might make the boldest [D] hold their breath.
_ [G] The wild hop scrub grew thickly [C] and the hidden [G] ground was full of wombat [D] holes and any slip [G] was death.
But [C] the man from Snowy River let [G] the pony have his head, and he swung his stock whip round and gave [D] a cheer.
_ [G] And he raced him down the mountain [C] like a torrent [G] down its bed, while the others [D] stood and watched in [G] very fear.
_ He sent the flintstones flying, but [C] the pony kept [G] his feet, for he cleared the fallen timber in [D] his stride.
[G] And the man from Snowy River never [C] shifted in his [G] seat, it was grand to see that [D] mountain [G] horseman ride.
_ [C] Through the stringy barks and saplings [G] on the rough and broken ground, down the hillside at a racing [D] pace he went.
_ [G] And he never drew the bridle [C] till he landed [G] safe and sound at the bottom of [D] that terrible [G] descent. _
[F] _ _ He was right among the horses as [Bb] they climbed the father [F] hill, and the watchers on the mountain [C] standing mute.
_ [F] Saw him ply the stock whip fiercely, [Bb] he was right [F] among them still as he raced across the [C] clearing [F] in pursuit.
_ [Bb] Then they lost him for a moment [F] where two mountain gullies met, in the ranges over the final glimpse [C]
reveals.
_ [F] On a dim and distant hillside, [Bb] the wild horses [F] racing yet, with the man from [C] Snowy River [F] at their heels.
[G] _ _ And he ran them single-handed till their [C] sides were [G] white with foam, he followed like a bloodhound [D] on their track.
_ [G] Till they halted cowed and beaten, then [C] he turned their [G] heads for home, and alone and [D] unassisted brought [G] them back.
But [C] his hardy mountain pony he [G] could scarcely raise a trot, he was blood from hip to shoulder [D] from the spur.
_ [G] But his pluck was still undaunted [C] and his courage [G] fiery hot, for never yet [D] was mountain horse [G] a cur.
_ [F] _ _ _ And down by [Bb] Kosciuszko where the pine-clad ridges [F] raise, their torn and rugged battlements on [C] high.
_ [F] Where the air is clear as crystal [Bb] and the white stars [F] fairly blaze, at midnight [C] in the cold and [F] frosty sky.
_ [Bb] And where around the overflow [F] the reed beds sweep and sway, to the breezes and the rolling [C] plains are wide.
_ [F] Oh the man from Snowy River [Bb] is a household word [F] today, and stockmen tell [C] the story of [F] his ride.
_ And [C] stockmen tell the story of [F] his ride.
_ _ _ _ [C] _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ [F] _ _
There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around, that the colt from old regret had [D] got away,
_ [G] And had joined the Wild Bush Horses, [C] he was worth a [G] thousand pounds, so all the [D] cracks had gathered [G] to the fray.
_ [C] All the pride and noted riders [G] from the stations near and far, had mustered at the homestead [D] overnight,
_ For [G] the Bushmen love hard riding where the [C] Wild Bush [G] Horses are, and the stock horse snuffs [D] the battle with [G] delight.
_ There was Harrison who made his pile [C] and pardoned one [G] the cup, and the old man with his hair as white [D] as snow,
_ _ [G] But few could ride beside him when [C] his blood was fairly [G] up, he would go wherever [D] horse or man [G] could go.
_ [C] And Clancy of the overflow [G] came down to lend a hand, no better horseman ever [D] held the reins,
_ [G] For never horse could throw him [C] while the saddle [G] girth would stand, and he learned to [D] ride while droving [G] on the plains.
_ And one was there a stripling [C] on a small and [G] weedy beast, he was something like a race horse [D] _
undersized,
[G] With a touch of time or pony three [C] parts thorough [G] bred at least, and such as [D] are by mountain [G] horsemen prized.
He [C] was hard and tough and wiry [G] just the sort that won't say die, there was courage in his quick [D] impatient tread,
_ [G] And he bore the badge of gameness in [C] his bright and [G] fiery eye, and the proud and [D] lofty carriage [G] of his head.
_ But still so slight and weedy one [C] would doubt his pal [G] to stay, and the old man said, that horse will never [D] do,
_ _ [G] For a long and tiring gallop glad [C] you'd better stop [G] away, those hills are far [D] too rough for such [G] as you.
_ So [C] he waited sad and with the [G] lonely Clancy stood his friend, oh I think we ought to let him come [D] he said,
And [G] I warrant he'll be with us when [C] he's wanted at [G] the end, for both his horse [D] and he are [G] mountain bred.
_ Oh he hails from snowy river up [C] by [G] Kosciuszko's side, where the hills are twice as steep and twice [D] as rough,
Where [G] a horse is who strike by light from [C] the flintstones [G] every stride, and the man that hold [D] his own is [G] good enough.
_ And [C] the snowy river riders on [G] the mountains make their home, where the river runs those giant hills [D] between.
_ I [G] have seen full many horsemen since [C] I first commenced [G] to roam, but no way yet [D] such horsemen have [G] I seen.
_ [F] _ _ So he went they found the horses [Bb] by the big mimosa [F] clump, they raced away towards the [C] mountains proud,
_ _ [F] And the old man gave his orders, [Bb] boys go at them from the [F] junk, no use to try for [C] fancy [F] riding now.
_ [Bb] And Clancy you must wheel [F] them, try and wheel them to the right, and ride boldly lad and never [C] fear the spills.
_ _ [F] For never yet was rider [Bb] that could keep that [F] mob in sight, if once they [C] gained the shelter [F] of those hills.
_ So Clancy rode to wheel them, [Bb] he was racing [F] on the wing, where the best and boldest riders [C] take their place.
_ [F] And he raced his stock horse past them, [Bb] and he made the [F] rangers ring with his stock whip [C] as he met them face [F] to face.
_ Then [Bb] they halted for a moment while [F] he swung the dreaded lass, but they saw their well beloved [C] mountain full in view.
_ And they [F] charged beneath the stock whip with [Bb] a sharp [F] and sudden dash, and off into the [C] mountains [F] they flew.
_ [G] _ _ Then past the horsemen followed [C] where the gorges [G] deep and black resounded to the thunder [D] of their tread.
_ [G] And the stock whip woke the echoes [C] and they fiercely [G] answered back from cliffs and [D] crags that beetled [G] overhead.
_ [C] And upward, ever upward [G] the wild horses held their way, where currajong and mountain ash [D] grew wide.
And [G] the old man muttered fiercely, we [C] may bit [G] the mob today, no man could hold [D] them down [G] the other side.
_ When they reached the mountain summit, even [C] Clancy [G] took a pull, it well might make the boldest [D] hold their breath.
_ [G] The wild hop scrub grew thickly [C] and the hidden [G] ground was full of wombat [D] holes and any slip [G] was death.
But [C] the man from Snowy River let [G] the pony have his head, and he swung his stock whip round and gave [D] a cheer.
_ [G] And he raced him down the mountain [C] like a torrent [G] down its bed, while the others [D] stood and watched in [G] very fear.
_ He sent the flintstones flying, but [C] the pony kept [G] his feet, for he cleared the fallen timber in [D] his stride.
[G] And the man from Snowy River never [C] shifted in his [G] seat, it was grand to see that [D] mountain [G] horseman ride.
_ [C] Through the stringy barks and saplings [G] on the rough and broken ground, down the hillside at a racing [D] pace he went.
_ [G] And he never drew the bridle [C] till he landed [G] safe and sound at the bottom of [D] that terrible [G] descent. _
[F] _ _ He was right among the horses as [Bb] they climbed the father [F] hill, and the watchers on the mountain [C] standing mute.
_ [F] Saw him ply the stock whip fiercely, [Bb] he was right [F] among them still as he raced across the [C] clearing [F] in pursuit.
_ [Bb] Then they lost him for a moment [F] where two mountain gullies met, in the ranges over the final glimpse [C]
reveals.
_ [F] On a dim and distant hillside, [Bb] the wild horses [F] racing yet, with the man from [C] Snowy River [F] at their heels.
[G] _ _ And he ran them single-handed till their [C] sides were [G] white with foam, he followed like a bloodhound [D] on their track.
_ [G] Till they halted cowed and beaten, then [C] he turned their [G] heads for home, and alone and [D] unassisted brought [G] them back.
But [C] his hardy mountain pony he [G] could scarcely raise a trot, he was blood from hip to shoulder [D] from the spur.
_ [G] But his pluck was still undaunted [C] and his courage [G] fiery hot, for never yet [D] was mountain horse [G] a cur.
_ [F] _ _ _ And down by [Bb] Kosciuszko where the pine-clad ridges [F] raise, their torn and rugged battlements on [C] high.
_ [F] Where the air is clear as crystal [Bb] and the white stars [F] fairly blaze, at midnight [C] in the cold and [F] frosty sky.
_ [Bb] And where around the overflow [F] the reed beds sweep and sway, to the breezes and the rolling [C] plains are wide.
_ [F] Oh the man from Snowy River [Bb] is a household word [F] today, and stockmen tell [C] the story of [F] his ride.
_ And [C] stockmen tell the story of [F] his ride.
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