The Man From Snowy River chords by Slim Dusty
Guitar chords with lyrics
- Difficulty: Beginner 👶
Key: G
Verse 1:
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There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
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That the colt from old Regret had got away
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And had joined the wild bush horses - he was worth a thousand pound
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So all the cracks had gathered to the fray.
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All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far
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Had mustered at the homestead overnight
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For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are
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And the stockhorse snuffs the battle with delight.
Verse 2:
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There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup
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The old man with his hair as white as snow;
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But few could ride beside him when his blood was fairly up -
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He would go wherever horse and man could go.
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And Clancy of the Overflow came down to lend a hand
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No better horseman ever held the reins;
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For never horse could throw him while the saddle girths would stand
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He learnt to ride while droving on the plains.
Verse 3:
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And one was there, a stripling on a small and weedy beast
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He was something like a racehorse undersized
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With a touch of Timor pony - three parts thoroughbred at least -
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And such as are by mountain horsemen prized.
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He was hard and tough and wiry - just the sort that won't say die -
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There was courage in his quick impatient tread;
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And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye
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And the proud and lofty carriage of his head.
Verse 4:
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But still so slight and weedy, one would doubt his power to stay
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And the old man said, "That horse will never do
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For a long and tiring gallop - lad, you'd better stop away
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Those hills are far too rough for such as you."
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So he waited sad and wistful - only Clancy stood his friend -
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"I think we ought to let him come," he said;
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"I warrant he'll be with us when he's wanted at the end
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For both his horse and he are mountain bred.
Verse 5:
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"He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko's side
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Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough
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Where a horse's hoofs strike firelight from the flint stones every stride
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The man that holds his own is good enough.
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And the Snowy River riders on the mountains make their home
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Where the river runs those giant hills between;
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I have seen full many horsemen since I first commenced to roam
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But nowhere yet such horsemen have I seen."
Verse 6:
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So he went - they found the horses by the big mimosa clump -
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They raced away towards the mountain's brow
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And the old man gave his orders, "Boys, go at them from the jump
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No use to try for fancy riding now.
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Clancy, you must wheel them, try and wheel them to the right.
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Ride boldly, lad, and never fear the spills
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For never yet was rider that could keep the mob in sight
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If once they gain the shelter of those hills."
Verse 7:
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So Clancy rode to wheel them - he was racing on the wing
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Where the best and boldest riders take their place
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And he raced his stockhorse past them, and he made the ranges ring
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With the stockwhip, as he met them face to face.
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Then they halted for a moment, while he swung the dreaded lash
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But they saw their well-loved mountain full in view
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And they charged beneath the stockwhip with a sharp and sudden dash
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And off into the mountain scrub they flew.
Verse 8:
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Then fast the horsemen followed, where the gorges deep and black
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Resounded to the thunder of their tread
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And the stockwhips woke the echoes, and they fiercely answered back
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From cliffs and crags that beetled overhead.
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And upward, ever upward, the wild horses held their way
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Where mountain ash and kurrajong grew wide;
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And the old man muttered fiercely, "We may bid the mob good day
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No man can hold them down the other side."
Verse 9:
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When they reached the mountain's summit, even Clancy took a pull
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It well might make the boldest hold their breath
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The wild hop scrub grew thickly, and the hidden ground was full
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Of wombat holes, and any slip was death.
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But the man from Snowy River let the pony have his head
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And he swung his stockwhip round and gave a cheer
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And he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down its bed
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While the others stood and watched in very fear.
Verse 10:
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He sent the flint stones flying, but the pony kept his feet
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He cleared the fallen timber in his stride
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And the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat -
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It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride.
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Through the stringybarks and saplings, on the rough and broken ground
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Down the hillside at a racing pace he went;
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And he never drew the bridle till he landed safe and sound
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At the bottom of that terrible descent.
Verse 11:
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He was right among the horses as they climbed the further hill
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And the watchers on the mountain standing mute
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Saw him ply the stockwhip fiercely, he was right among them still
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As he raced across the clearing in pursuit.
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Then they lost him for a moment, where two mountain gullies met
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In the ranges, but a final glimpse reveals
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On a dim and distant hillside the wild horses racing yet
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With the man from Snowy River at their heels.
Verse 12:
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And he ran them single-handed till their sides were white with foam.
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He followed like a bloodhound on their track
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Till they halted cowed and beaten, then he turned their heads for home
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And alone and unassisted brought them back.
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But his hardy mountain pony he could scarcely raise a trot
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He was blood from hip to shoulder from the spur;
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But his pluck was still undaunted, and his courage fiery hot
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For never yet was mountain horse a cur.
Verse 13:
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And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise
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Their torn and rugged battlements on high
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Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze
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At midnight in the cold and frosty sky
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And where around The Overflow the reed beds sweep and sway
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To the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide
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The man from Snowy River is a household word today
Outro:
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And the stockmen tell the story of his ride.
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And the stockmen tell the story of his ride.
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And the stockmen tell the story of his ride.
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