Leave Him In the Long Yard

Yes, he's looking kind of jaded, and his sight is not the best

And the hair around his muzzle's turning 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

And 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 Bully Bay

Leave him there till after smoko, then we'll catch him

And pull his tail and turn him out today, hey

Oh, yes, he's looking kind of jaded, and his sight is not the best

And the hair around his muzzle's turning 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 failing and his step is getting 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 Bully 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 Bully 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