Leave Him in the Longyard

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 We leave him in the longyard here today He was broken in the sixties Maybe sixty three or four Never faltered always seemed to be on hand Never have I seen him beaten By a bullock in the bush And at a night watch he was pick of all the land. So leave him out there in the longyard Do not rush him Leave him out there with his mate the baldy bay Leave him there till after smoko And we'll catch him We'll pull his tail and turn him out today 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 We leave him in the longyard 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 summer By the river with his mates In the paddock where the sweetest grasses grow So leave him out there in the longyard Do not rush him Leave him out there with his mate the baldy bay With his mates that he can graze And he can laze with Leave him there and we will turn him out today So leave him out there in the longyard Do not rush him Leave him out there with his mate the baldy bay With his mates 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 --- Leave Him in the Longyard - Lee Kernaghan