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ArtistThere was movement at the station, for the word had passed around That the colt from Old Regret had got away, And had joined the wild bush horses - he was worth a thousand pound, So all the cracks had gathered to the fray. All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far Had mustered at the homestead overnight, For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are, And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight. There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup, The old man with his hair as white as snow; But few could ride beside him when his blood was fairly up — He would go wherever horse and man could go. And Clancy of the Overflow came down to lend a hand, No better horseman ever held the reins; For never horse could throw him while the saddle girths would stand, He learnt to ride while droving on the plains.
A wide outdoor shot of a cowboy on a brown horse, looking towards another cowboys who are just awakening from a sleep. The cowboy on the horse is wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, tan pants, and a light-colored cowboy hat. He has a dark beard and is looking to his left, almost directly at the two people on the ground. The horse is dark brown with a long black tail and is facing left, with a saddle and bridle visible. A black duffle bag and other belongings are next to them on the ground. The ground is covered in dry, light yellow and brown grass and brush. In the background, there is a forest of trees with green leaves and thin trunks. The sky is a pale blue.
