Old Ned

They reckon old Ned is too stiff to be a-ridin

Too old at the stockyards when the drafting is done

His eyesight is shot for the tracking and the guiding

You must know more with the camp, on the run

Let him dream on, let the older bloke remember

The days when he rode where the wild cattle were

Pension him off, but just let him cherish

Memories of stockwhip and stirrup and spur

In his day there were few who could stay there beside him

Through the gidyea and the wattle, when swinging the lead

Few horses could throw him, no man could out ride him

Best in the Gulf, the old-timers agreed

Let him dream on, let the older bloke remember

The days when he rode where the wild cattle were

Pension him off, but just let him cherish

Memories of stockwhip and stirrup and spur

Let's yarn to old Ned in his camp by the river

Far from the hills that were mustered back then

The legendary stockman, it's sad that he'll never

Go running the pikers and cleanskins again

Yes, let him regale us of days gone forever

Days when he rode where the wild cattle were

Pension him off, but just let him cherish

Memories of stockwhip and stirrup and spur

They reckon old Ned is too stiff to be a-ridin

Too old at the stockyards when the drafting is done

His eyesight is shot for the tracking and the guiding

He'll muster more with the camp, on the run