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Well he's Flookin' kinda jaded,
And his sight is not the best,
And the hair around around his muzzle's turnin' Bbgrey.
He has C7seen a hundred musters,
And I think its only fair:
We leave him in the longyard here toFday.
He was Fbroken in the sixties,
Maybe 63 or 4.
Never faltered always seemed to be on Bbhand,
Never C7have I seen him beaten,
By a bullock in the bush,
And at night watch he was pick of all the Fland.
So leave him Fout there in the longyard,
Do not rush him.
Leave him out there with his mate, the baldy C7bay.
With his mates that he can graze,
He can laze with.
Leave him there and we will turn him out toFday.
FINSTC7RUMENFTAL
Oh yes he's Flookin' kinda jaded,
And his sight is not the best,
And the hair around around his muzzle's turnin' Bbgrey.
He has C7seen a hundred musters,
And I think its only fair:
We leave him in the longyard here toFday.
He's enFtitled to some kindness,
In return for all he's been.
Now he's failin' and his step is gettin' Bbslow.
Let him C7squander his last summers
By the river with his mates,
In the paddock where the sweetest grasses Fgrow.
So leave him Fout there in the longyard,
Do not rush him.
Leave him out there with his mate, the baldy C7bay.
Leave him out there till after smoko
And we'll catch him.
We'll pull his tail and turn him out toFday.
Yeah, leave him out there in the longyard,
Do not rush him.
Leave him out there with his mate, the baldy C7bay.
Leave him out there till after smoko
And we'll catch him.
We'll pull his tail and turn him out toFday.
Yes we'll C7pull his tail and turn him out toFday.
Oh leave him C7there and we will turn him out toFday.
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