What an incredible poem.....last week it was recited off by heart and to perfection at my Grandpa's funeral by his brother. My Grandpa loved to catch brumbies and once "borrowed" the neighbours racehorse to catch the brumbies....to which he lost and went on an adventure to find the horse, and so became the Man from Snowy River. RIP Papa.
Far out that would be cool to learn that. When I was at school they sang the second verse to the anthem but then I went to another school and they only done one anthem verse
@@goldenhawk952 I'm wondering if you know that there are at least 5 verses! [The 3 least mentioned are full of praise for England (aka Albion), Scotland (aka Scotia) & Ireland (aka Erin)]
i am a 13 year old and i love slim dusty been listening him since i was like 2 with my dad my mum hates his music cause she's heard it since she was young
Went to a B-B-Q he was at when I was a kid. When I got introduced to him, I shook his hand and said "you're not Slim Dusty". He said "why not" and I said "because you're not wearing a hat". He went and put it on to prove to me it was him.
Traveling west from Timber Creek we found a nice peaceful creek spot to park our caravan for the nite .Shortly after setting we were interrupted by fleet of trucks & caravans also moved in. A guy in a large hat come up to introduce himself ,my son who was about 8 knew him immediately from my record covers.. That nite we all sat around a camp fire while Slim , Joy & band gave us a free concert .The highlight of the nite was my son Kym sang every word from The Man from Snowy River which stunned them . He traveled with them next day to Kununurra for their next show . Some time later when traveling in N.E in N.S.W on the radio we heard Slim had a show in Lismore , A quick detour was demanded from my son to see the show . When we arrived Kym walked straight to Slim ,Slim still remembered his name ,after all time . R.I.P Slim one great Aussie
When you're 16 and up at 2am listening to classic Aussie Country- Slim, John Williamson and you just listen singing along, so proud of the these amazing men, yet sad that hardly anyone my age would even know who they are or listen to country music. Truly proud to know of these songs to pass to future generations.
Yank here. True Yank too. My great grandpa fought at Corinth and Vicksburg with the Illinois cavalry and spent time in Andersonville prison camp as a POW. I found Slim Dusty last year. Australia has a real treasure in his contribution to country music.
I watched this on the movie last night. The footage of him riding down the slope is amazing. I still don't know how they filmed that all these years later. Id be devastated if I found out it was CGI like Star Wars... back in the day.
My father and mother were on holidays here in Australia in Darwin northern territory in a caravan park....next to them unbeknown to my dad as hes the biggest slim dusty fan there is was Slims wife Joy Mckeen in a huge mobile home on wheels on her own and her dog...well she asked dad would he know how to fix her aircon in her mobile home, he fixed it and they became close friends...dad gose to the slim dusty tribute every year in kempsey..Which was tonight in kempsey ...he just got home.!
Hi slimdustymusic! I am 7 and my teachers favourite movie is "the man from snowy river" and she is going to the place where the movie took place and her tour guide is the man from snowy river the actor!
same here except I'm 66- this man was one of a kind and still yet no one has come forward to fill his shoes !! a great bush poem sung wonderfully by this man
Although my passion now is Trad Jazz - I grew up with Slim's songs and just love them. He was the best ever. Pub with No Beer, etc......He is greatly missed.
From knee high in the old Commer van with mum at the wheel, used to sing the old 1957 Columbia Label: pub with no beer, winter winds, once when I was mustering and the answer to a pub with no beer, from a man who I never saw but who's music was rich and brought joy to a young boy singing on his way to school, long may the sound live.
I bought the Pub with no Beer as a 45 in the '50s. I have been barred from about a dozen pubs since 'cos if there is no decent beer I will sing it word for word (but no where as good). Group didn't turn up one night in a local pub so I played Slim from my phone and made many converts. As Cook found Oz I always think of Oz as the fifth section of Yorkshire. And therefore mates. Except for cricket!!!!!
i'm scottish,that song makes me weep,,last words of the song..what are we fightin for...................terrible,i would love to come to your fantastic country
The moment you sit up all night remembering the men who built the great musical foundation of Australia. I grew up on it since I was a baby, father was a truck driver and always put slim dusty on when he came home. The lyrics of "trucks on the track" "married to my bulldog mack" and "waltzing matilda" are burned into my head. I only hope to learn these classics and teach any children in future about this great man. Hell even Waltzing matilda was played at my school assembly throughout my youth. Slim, wherever you are, you will never be forgotten. A true Australian through and through. Hopefully you and Clancy are having a good time. Maybe say hi to good old Ned.
A timeless tune by a great artist, who will keep Australia in the for-front of this basic music, An asset that cannot be forgotten, We will all miss you Slim..Thanks....
The ''GREATEST RENDITION EVER'' by none better than Slim with great feel and respect of Banjo's magnificent Australiana poetry. Although Banjo and Slim may have passed they are always here in my home and for long after I'm gone....... I've instilled this in my kids.
+David Aitken Great stuff ,David! Banjo, Banjo, Banjo...and Slim, Slim Slim...two Aussie immortals, and so good that you are passing them on to your kids. I love it that "Clancy of the Overflow,' is interwoven into this. As a student, and then as a teacher, I loved, "Mulga Bill's Bicycle," ... "The grinning shop assistant said, "Excuse me, can you ride?"...and "The Man From Ironbark,"...."Murder, Bloody murder," cried the man from Ironbark!" There used to be books that had illustrations that matched the poems. All you had to do was sit the kids on the floor, read the poems and show the pictures. So good were the "yarns" that all these many years later, the kids would be spellbound.
scratcher s Thanks mate for your reply, yes I am glad to have grown up with these [ born in 51 ]...and Slim was one of the greatest at conveying great stories in verse and song wether they be true or not.....None of us can live forever but shit I miss him and his live performances.....regards Dave
Kevin Beinke Hello Kevin, I'm from the bush as a kid and have travelled the high country, now in my 60's as I sit back, close my eyes and still listen to this I can almost feel myself there in the real time. Imagine this in real time nowdays with Slim as the ''live tv reporter'' working from the station site up to the channel 7 chopper following chase and backdown......jeez the mind boggles
+David Aitken You are 4 years ahead of me. I have been kicking myself for sometime because I was at Pt Broughton in the mid 1980's and Slim performed at Pt Pirie. I put off going and promised next time but it never happened. He was my favourite country singer.
Wow!! I just ran across this epic poem...sung with such beauty by Slim Dusty. You could feel the ground quiver and hear the pounding of the hooves as he sang this. Bravo Slim Dusty!!!
There 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. And one was there, a stripling on a small and weedy beast; He was something like a racehorse undersized, With a touch of Timor pony - three parts thoroughbred at least - And such as are by mountain horsemen prized. He was hard and tough and wiry - just the sort that won't say die - There was courage in his quick impatient tread; And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye, And the proud and lofty carriage of his head. But still so slight and weedy, one would doubt his power to stay, And the old man said, "That horse will never do For a long and tiring gallop - lad, you'd better stop away, Those hills are far too rough for such as you." So he waited sad and wistful - only Clancy stood his friend - "I think we ought to let him come," he said; "I warrant he'll be with us when he's wanted at the end, For both his horse and he are mountain bred." "He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko's side, Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough, Where a horse's hoofs strike firelight from the flint stones every stride, The man that holds his own is good enough. And the Snowy River riders on the mountains make their home, Where the river runs those giant hills between; I have seen full many horsemen since I first commenced to roam, But nowhere yet such horsemen have I seen." So he went; they found the horses by the big mimosa clump, They raced away towards the mountain's brow, And the old man gave his orders, "Boys, go at them from the jump, No use to try for fancy riding now. And, Clancy, you must wheel them, try and wheel them to the right. Ride boldly, lad, and never fear the spills, For never yet was rider that could keep the mob in sight, If once they gain the shelter of those hills." So Clancy rode to wheel them - he was racing on the wing Where the best and boldest riders take their place, And he raced his stockhorse past them, and he made the ranges ring With the stockwhip, as he met them face to face. Then they halted for a moment, while he swung the dreaded lash, But they saw their well-loved mountain full in view, And they charged beneath the stockwhip with a sharp and sudden dash, And off into the mountain scrub they flew. Then fast the horsemen followed, where the gorges deep and black Resounded to the thunder of their tread, And the stockwhips woke the echoes, and they fiercely answered back From cliffs and crags that beetled overhead. And upward, ever upward, the wild horses held their way, Where Mountain Ash and Kurrajong grew wide; And the old man muttered fiercely, "We may bid the mob good day, No man can hold them down the other side." When they reached the mountain's summit, even Clancy took a pull - It well might make the boldest hold their breath; The wild hop scrub grew thickly, and the hidden ground was full Of wombat holes, and any slip was death. But the man from Snowy River let the pony have his head, And he swung his stockwhip round and gave a cheer, And he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down its bed, While the others stood and watched in very fear. He sent the flint-stones flying, but the pony kept his feet, He cleared the fallen timbers in his stride, And the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat - It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride. Through the stringy barks and saplings, on the rough and broken ground, Down the hillside at a racing pace he went; And he never drew the bridle till he landed safe and sound, At the bottom of that terrible descent. He was right among the horses as they climbed the farther hill And the watchers on the mountain standing mute, Saw him ply the stockwhip fiercely; he was right among them still, As he raced across the clearing in pursuit. Then they lost him for a moment, where two mountain gullies met In the ranges - but a final glimpse reveals On a dim and distant hillside the wild horses racing yet, With the man from Snowy River at their heels. And he ran them single-handed till their sides were white with foam. He followed like a bloodhound on their track, Till they halted cowed and beaten, then he turned their heads for home, And alone and unassisted brought them back. But his hardy mountain pony he could scarcely raise a trot, He was blood from hip to shoulder from the spur; But his pluck was still undaunted, and his courage fiery hot, For never yet was mountain horse a cur. And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise Their torn and rugged battlements on high, Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze At midnight in the cold and frosty sky, And where around the Overflow the reed -beds sweep and sway To the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide, The man from Snowy River is a household word today, And the stockmen tell the story of his ride.
I first heard Slim Duisty singing The Pub With No Beer whilst doing National Service at 17 Battalion RAOC Bicester back in 1958 and it's still great to be able to find him singing on this You Tube phenominon. Isn't technology wonderful !! So is Slim Dusty . Mary Anne Catford ; Where are you now ?
haha. so funny. I watched The Man from Snowy River in Stan last night. I was wondering how many lines came from this song. hmm. I dont think I googled anything about the man from snowy river. Maybe youtube is hacking into my thoughts now.
Aboriginal Australians grew up with uncle slim he was the best! No one will ever come up to uncle slim! Rip old boy see you in the dreamtime. [-0-].
Only Slim could do this and nail it.
This should be played in schools all around Australia
Slim is no doubt, the KING of Australian country music. He's an Australian icon
What an incredible poem.....last week it was recited off by heart and to perfection at my Grandpa's funeral by his brother. My Grandpa loved to catch brumbies and once "borrowed" the neighbours racehorse to catch the brumbies....to which he lost and went on an adventure to find the horse, and so became the Man from Snowy River. RIP Papa.
I am so sorry for your loss.
Sounds like a bold faced lie to me
I wish I had lived in those fairdinkum days
I'm 58 and can still recite this,among many other Aussie poems.Just something we learned in the 60s & 70s at school!!RIP Slim Dusty-legend!!
Far out that would be cool to learn that. When I was at school they sang the second verse to the anthem but then I went to another school and they only done one anthem verse
@@goldenhawk952 I'm wondering if you know that there are at least 5 verses! [The 3 least mentioned are full of praise for England (aka Albion), Scotland (aka Scotia) & Ireland (aka Erin)]
i am a 13 year old and i love slim dusty been listening him since i was like 2 with my dad my mum hates his music cause she's heard it since she was young
My father could recite this word by word, I miss you dad
Went to a B-B-Q he was at when I was a kid. When I got introduced to him, I shook his hand and said "you're not Slim Dusty". He said "why not" and I said "because you're not wearing a hat". He went and put it on to prove to me it was him.
Kade King
Slim is a leg
you would know by his nose and beer in hand
I love it!
Learn some things every day!
You need to wear a hat to be recognised
This is a timeless Aussie poem and sung brilliantly by our greatest ever.
Cheers
Banjo Paterson and Slim Dusty - what a combination!!!
It’s the other way round in country music.
I don’t think they should be compared.
Is that an oxymoron?
Both Legends! Cheers
Ridiculous Yank here, tipping a hat to this gent. Wish I had discovered him sooner.
Mate I lived in the U S. 20 years ago introduced a lot of blockes to Slim.
I listen to him when I was 5 years old and now im 51 and still listening he's the best I'm half Ozzie
Every Song Slim Dusty Sings makes Australian's Proud
Traveling west from Timber Creek we found a nice peaceful creek spot to park our caravan for the nite .Shortly after setting we were interrupted by fleet of trucks & caravans also moved in. A guy in a large hat come up to introduce himself ,my son who was about 8 knew him immediately from my record covers.. That nite we all sat around a camp fire while Slim , Joy & band gave us a free concert .The highlight of the nite was my son Kym sang every word from The Man from Snowy River which stunned them . He traveled with them next day to Kununurra for their next show .
Some time later when traveling in N.E in N.S.W on the radio we heard Slim had a show in Lismore , A quick detour was demanded from my son to see the show . When we arrived Kym walked straight to Slim ,Slim still remembered his name ,after all time .
R.I.P Slim one great Aussie
Awesome, what a privilege!
you were very lucky family to have them play for you.i have met him on three occasions at concerts now last one being in maree SA
Lucky man.
This proves good things do happen!
Cheers
Now that is a family memory..lucky buggas. 🙂
God bless him .I'm a southerner, Alabama, USA. He is to me,An Australia Hank Williams. Some of his songs put smoke in my eyes.
When you're 16 and up at 2am listening to classic Aussie Country- Slim, John Williamson and you just listen singing along, so proud of the these amazing men, yet sad that hardly anyone my age would even know who they are or listen to country music.
Truly proud to know of these songs to pass to future generations.
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props chick
Cass Hamilton that's the way mate keep the dream alive
Cass Hamilton i couldnt agree more the youth theses days have no idea what there missing out on!!!
100% legand
This was one of my late father's favourite poems. He would have loved this.
R.I.P. true blue cobber. Makes me proud to be an aussie.
100%
Yank here. True Yank too. My great grandpa fought at Corinth and Vicksburg with the Illinois cavalry and spent time in Andersonville prison camp as a POW. I found Slim Dusty last year. Australia has a real treasure in his contribution to country music.
Thank you
Very heart wrenching words but very heart warming to . Well chosen words .
Tell me what you think of The Biggest Disappointment in the Family by Slim. I love that song.
this song gives me goose bumps, I close my eyes and see it happening, awesome
Brings tears to my eyes every time i hear it .
I watched this on the movie last night. The footage of him riding down the slope is amazing. I still don't know how they filmed that all these years later. Id be devastated if I found out it was CGI like Star Wars... back in the day.
I miss him ... Australia needs him ..
Stuart Sheil too right mate. Slim Dusty is Mr Australia for a reason.
Stuart Sheil I am 11 I want to see him😭😭😭😭😭
I turn 45 tomorrow, I'm a country boy who thinks he's spent too much time in the big smoke.
He has a museum in Kempsey
Pass it on!
I know this song from the first bar to the last- its bloody awesome!! Slim will never be replaced....he is the very best
Can honestly say that slim dusty was my first ever concert..I was 6, 1982,Blackwater...still smile about it.
I love Slim dusty I come through to listen to his music as often as I can.
My father and mother were on holidays here in Australia in Darwin northern territory in a caravan park....next to them unbeknown to my dad as hes the biggest slim dusty fan there is was Slims wife Joy Mckeen in a huge mobile home on wheels on her own and her dog...well she asked dad would he know how to fix her aircon in her mobile home, he fixed it and they became close friends...dad gose to the slim dusty tribute every year in kempsey..Which was tonight in kempsey ...he just got home.!
Even tho I'm 16 I listen to Slim Dusty's music.I'll always wish to meet Slim Dusty himself.
Hi slimdustymusic!
I am 7 and my teachers favourite movie is "the man from snowy river" and she is going to the place where the movie took place and her tour guide is the man from snowy river the actor!
I’m a hip hop head but honestly slims music makes me feel so home and Australian. He will never be replaced. He’s an icon
And here I am this Australia Day, remembering how much I love this song.
at the age of 14yrs old i was listening to slim dusty love his songs i am now 60yrs old and still love his music ,he is a legend
Never a truer statement! Cheers
same here except I'm 66- this man was one of a kind and still yet no one has come forward to fill his shoes !! a great bush poem sung wonderfully by this man
I was 3 when I heard his songs and now I'm 53
There's a reason this song/poem is as iconic as it is.
You are greatly missed but your music lives on forever!
@margatelad Sadly Slim died in 2003, But he's still singing (every time you listen to one of his songs)
Rest in peace slim, your a true blue Aussie legend and you'll always be remembered...
I have been a fan of Slim for 65 years.
William McWHIRTER Me about a year now but he is gone :(.
William McWHIRTER It reminds me of when I lived in WA 1966 - 1980ish and our family friend was Clancy! A real Aussie stockman! RIP Clancy!
Slim and Clancy would have been a good relationship.tis a pity we all have to grow old an die.
A man of good taste.
I love the fact that he's a fair dinkum Aussie, a true gentleman, mentor, humble and just everyday sort of guy.
Oh that did my soul good!
Although my passion now is Trad Jazz - I grew up with Slim's songs and just love them. He was the best ever. Pub with No Beer, etc......He is greatly missed.
Being a 12 yr old
This is just OEHEHEHEH SO AWESOME
rip slim all respect 🧡
Best Slim Dusty Song by a Country Mile. And it is a cover of a poem.
Love you Slim , you're a fair dinkum Aussie . One of a kind . Have so much admiration for you & Joy , True blue Aussies . Miss you mate xx
From knee high in the old Commer van with mum at the wheel, used to sing the old 1957 Columbia Label: pub with no beer, winter winds, once when I was mustering and the answer to a pub with no beer, from a man who I never saw but who's music was rich and brought joy to a young boy singing on his way to school, long may the sound live.
haaa ..love it mate.
Fantastic!!! I learnt this poem at school. Can't remember it all now!!!!
Banjo, although I never met you, I'm honoured to be able to call you my great and so on grandfather.
I bought the Pub with no Beer as a 45 in the '50s. I have been barred from about a dozen pubs since 'cos if there is no decent beer I will sing it word for word (but no where as good). Group didn't turn up one night in a local pub so I played Slim from my phone and made many converts. As Cook found Oz I always think of Oz as the fifth section of Yorkshire. And therefore mates. Except for cricket!!!!!
My brother was a sailor, and he came home in 1959 carried a single with Slim Dusty.
And since Slim Dusty had a huge fan in Norway. .
+Gudmund Auland - That's great to hear, mate. Thank you for sharing that information :)
here here.
Gudmund Auland that’s amazing ! Great stuff Tusen Takk Gudmund ,-)
miss you so bad slim......its NOT Oz without you.....luvya mate
i love this song even tho i am British do not hold that aghast me !!!!!!!!!!
i'm scottish,that song makes me weep,,last words of the song..what are we fightin for...................terrible,i would love to come to your fantastic country
What a poet banjo was, what a story, I grew up listening to this, I know this song/poem pretty well 💙 ya slim
This is a 10/10 ballad
The moment you sit up all night remembering the men who built the great musical foundation of Australia. I grew up on it since I was a baby, father was a truck driver and always put slim dusty on when he came home.
The lyrics of "trucks on the track" "married to my bulldog mack" and "waltzing matilda" are burned into my head. I only hope to learn these classics and teach any children in future about this great man.
Hell even Waltzing matilda was played at my school assembly throughout my youth. Slim, wherever you are, you will never be forgotten. A true Australian through and through. Hopefully you and Clancy are having a good time. Maybe say hi to good old Ned.
Nobody has ever sung so many songs about our fantastic Australian country, the towns, the bush and the people.
Super Slim - what a legend!
A timeless tune by a great artist, who will keep Australia in the for-front of this basic music,
An asset that cannot be forgotten, We will all miss you Slim..Thanks....
Makes todays rubbish look ordinary. The poet of poets. Slim the best for ever.
The ''GREATEST RENDITION EVER'' by none better than Slim with great feel and respect of Banjo's magnificent Australiana poetry. Although Banjo and Slim may have passed they are always here in my home and for long after I'm gone....... I've instilled this in my kids.
+David Aitken Great stuff ,David! Banjo, Banjo, Banjo...and Slim, Slim Slim...two Aussie immortals, and so good that you are passing them on to your kids. I love it that "Clancy of the Overflow,' is interwoven into this. As a student, and then as a teacher, I loved, "Mulga Bill's Bicycle," ... "The grinning shop assistant said, "Excuse me, can you ride?"...and "The Man From Ironbark,"...."Murder, Bloody murder," cried the man from Ironbark!" There used to be books that had illustrations that matched the poems. All you had to do was sit the kids on the floor, read the poems and show the pictures. So good were the "yarns" that all these many years later, the kids would be spellbound.
+David Aitken Beautiful. It always puts a lump in my throat. Truly Australian
scratcher s Thanks mate for your reply, yes I am glad to have grown up with these [ born in 51 ]...and Slim was one of the greatest at conveying great stories in verse and song wether they be true or not.....None of us can live forever but shit I miss him and his live performances.....regards Dave
Kevin Beinke Hello Kevin, I'm from the bush as a kid and have travelled the high country, now in my 60's as I sit back, close my eyes and still listen to this I can almost feel myself there in the real time. Imagine this in real time nowdays with Slim as the ''live tv reporter'' working from the station site up to the channel 7 chopper following chase and backdown......jeez the mind boggles
+David Aitken You are 4 years ahead of me. I have been kicking myself for sometime because I was at Pt Broughton in the mid 1980's and Slim performed at Pt Pirie. I put off going and promised next time but it never happened. He was my favourite country singer.
Love the poem and Slim's singing. Love Australia my motherland.
The greatest song-bard of Australia singing the greateat Australian poem that has yet existed.
im glad and proud to be an aussie miss ya slim
xcking falcon Great Tunes.
Proud to be an Aussie, here , there, anywhere :)
R.I.P slim:(
I love this song great Australian singing it thanks Slim
Great poem, great song. Aussies know how to write a verse and sing a song, that's for sure.
Had not heard till now true aussie spirit miss it
Thanks "SlimDustyMusic" i used to have this on record. Wish i still had it..........good to hear it again.
God, I love Australia
Wow!! I just ran across this epic poem...sung with such beauty by Slim Dusty. You could feel the ground quiver and hear the pounding of the hooves as he sang this. Bravo Slim Dusty!!!
wonderful song
@@ababigail3725vu by
we will remember you slim
There 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.
And one was there, a stripling on a small and weedy beast;
He was something like a racehorse undersized,
With a touch of Timor pony - three parts thoroughbred at least -
And such as are by mountain horsemen prized.
He was hard and tough and wiry - just the sort that won't say die -
There was courage in his quick impatient tread;
And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye,
And the proud and lofty carriage of his head.
But still so slight and weedy, one would doubt his power to stay,
And the old man said, "That horse will never do
For a long and tiring gallop - lad, you'd better stop away,
Those hills are far too rough for such as you."
So he waited sad and wistful - only Clancy stood his friend -
"I think we ought to let him come," he said;
"I warrant he'll be with us when he's wanted at the end,
For both his horse and he are mountain bred."
"He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko's side,
Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough,
Where a horse's hoofs strike firelight from the flint stones every stride,
The man that holds his own is good enough.
And the Snowy River riders on the mountains make their home,
Where the river runs those giant hills between;
I have seen full many horsemen since I first commenced to roam,
But nowhere yet such horsemen have I seen."
So he went; they found the horses by the big mimosa clump,
They raced away towards the mountain's brow,
And the old man gave his orders, "Boys, go at them from the jump,
No use to try for fancy riding now.
And, Clancy, you must wheel them, try and wheel them to the right.
Ride boldly, lad, and never fear the spills,
For never yet was rider that could keep the mob in sight,
If once they gain the shelter of those hills."
So Clancy rode to wheel them - he was racing on the wing
Where the best and boldest riders take their place,
And he raced his stockhorse past them, and he made the ranges ring
With the stockwhip, as he met them face to face.
Then they halted for a moment, while he swung the dreaded lash,
But they saw their well-loved mountain full in view,
And they charged beneath the stockwhip with a sharp and sudden dash,
And off into the mountain scrub they flew.
Then fast the horsemen followed, where the gorges deep and black
Resounded to the thunder of their tread,
And the stockwhips woke the echoes, and they fiercely answered back
From cliffs and crags that beetled overhead.
And upward, ever upward, the wild horses held their way,
Where Mountain Ash and Kurrajong grew wide;
And the old man muttered fiercely, "We may bid the mob good day,
No man can hold them down the other side."
When they reached the mountain's summit, even Clancy took a pull -
It well might make the boldest hold their breath;
The wild hop scrub grew thickly, and the hidden ground was full
Of wombat holes, and any slip was death.
But the man from Snowy River let the pony have his head,
And he swung his stockwhip round and gave a cheer,
And he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down its bed,
While the others stood and watched in very fear.
He sent the flint-stones flying, but the pony kept his feet,
He cleared the fallen timbers in his stride,
And the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat -
It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride.
Through the stringy barks and saplings, on the rough and broken ground,
Down the hillside at a racing pace he went;
And he never drew the bridle till he landed safe and sound,
At the bottom of that terrible descent.
He was right among the horses as they climbed the farther hill
And the watchers on the mountain standing mute,
Saw him ply the stockwhip fiercely; he was right among them still,
As he raced across the clearing in pursuit.
Then they lost him for a moment, where two mountain gullies met
In the ranges - but a final glimpse reveals
On a dim and distant hillside the wild horses racing yet,
With the man from Snowy River at their heels.
And he ran them single-handed till their sides were white with foam.
He followed like a bloodhound on their track,
Till they halted cowed and beaten, then he turned their heads for home,
And alone and unassisted brought them back.
But his hardy mountain pony he could scarcely raise a trot,
He was blood from hip to shoulder from the spur;
But his pluck was still undaunted, and his courage fiery hot,
For never yet was mountain horse a cur.
And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise
Their torn and rugged battlements on high,
Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze
At midnight in the cold and frosty sky,
And where around the Overflow the reed -beds sweep and sway
To the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide,
The man from Snowy River is a household word today,
And the stockmen tell the story of his ride.
How good was this man? Respect from SA.
I was bought up with this song and I still listen to it is one of the best song
Being a proud Australian myself i thanku for that lovely comment fellow aussies thanku as well..!!
A fantastic rendition good on ya Slim you will be sadly missed you are a true legend.
brilliantly done by Australias greatest in the music industry no one will ever be as good as Slim was
Its hard not to read Banjo in the tune of this song.
TOOTALEY LOVE THIS SONG !!!!
rip slim
To
Legend
smiles
this song is amazing love it there is no better aussie song
A realy good assie song
Slim began the romance my mind endeavored to seek out the land of Aus. I loved his work, his strine and even his inside jokes...
A.b.patterson the master poet
my.father.is.he's.biggest.idol.he.just.playes.he's.songs.over.and.over.dad.when.you.see.him.in.heaven.shake.he's.hand.and.a.big.hug.
Just three full stops will suffice.
I first heard Slim Duisty singing The Pub With No Beer whilst doing National Service at 17 Battalion RAOC Bicester back in 1958 and it's still great to be able to find him singing on this You Tube phenominon. Isn't technology wonderful !! So is Slim Dusty . Mary Anne Catford ; Where are you now ?
Greetings from, Vancouver, B.C., Canada.
A great story and told so well by Slim
r.i.p slim dusty mate! always in our hearts
Tip of the hat to you, sir. I'm sure Slim would be glad that his music is bringing joy around the world
Inspiration for every true blue Aussie
nice song I had a part this poem for a entry test for y7
For Us Coloured Kids ing. Legend!
yes definatley one of the better poems and coupled with a great singer makes it as good as it can ever be
RIP Slim Dusty thanks for the songs.
a legend. for all country people. any song any day
I have an original CD of this Album signed by Slim, a tresured part of my collection of Country Music.
haha. so funny. I watched The Man from Snowy River in Stan last night. I was wondering how many lines came from this song.
hmm. I dont think I googled anything about the man from snowy river. Maybe youtube is hacking into my thoughts now.
theres no one aussie like slim you go mate
Slim is superb