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reg poole - with the cattle lyrics

[verse 1]
the drought is down on field and flock
the river+bed is dry
and we must shift the starving stock
before the cattle die
we muster up with weary hearts
at breaking of the day
and turn our heads to foreign parts
to take the stock away
and it’s hunt ’em up and dog ’em
it’s get the whip and flog ’em
for it’s weary work, is drovin’
when they’re dyin’ every day
by stock routes bare and eaten
on dusty roads and beaten
with half a chance to save their livеs
we take the stock away

[verse 2]
wе cannot use the whip for shame
on beasts that crawl along
we have to drop the weak and lame
and try to save the strong
and some may live to climb the pass
and reach the great plateau
and revel in the mountain grass
by streamlets fed with snow
as they fall we leave them lyin’
with the crows to watch them dyin’
grim s+xtons of the overland
that fasten on their prey
by the fiery dust+storms drifting
and the mocking mirage shifting
in heat and drought and hopeless pain
we take the stock away
[verse 3]
they press towards the mountain grass
they look with eager eyes
along the rugged stony pass
that slopes towards the skies
their feet may bleed from rocks and stones
but, though the blood+drop start
they struggle on with stifled groan
for hope is in their heart
and the cattle that are leading
though their feet are torn and bleeding
are breaking to a kind of run
whoa back, let them go!
for the mountain wind is blowin’
and the mountain grass is growin’
they’ll settle down by running streams
ice+cold with melted snow

[verse 4]
the days are gone of heat and drought
upon the stricken plain
the wind has shifted right about
and bought the welcome rain
the river runs with sullen roar
all flecked with yellow foam
and we must take the road once more
to bring the cattle home
and it’s “steady down the lead there!”
and it’s “let ’em stop and feed there!”
for they’re wild as mountain eagles
and their sides are all afoam
but they’re settling down already
and they’ll travel nice and steady
with cheery call and jest and song
we fetch the cattle home
[verse 5]
we have to watch them close at night
for fear they’ll make a rush
and break away in headlong flight
across the open brush
and by the camp+fire’s cheery blaze
with mellow voice and strong
we hear the lonely watchman
sing the overlander’s song
and it’s “when we’re done with rovin’
with the campin’ and the drovin’
it’s homeward down the bland we’ll go
and never more we’ll roam”
while the stars shine out above us
like the eyes of those who love us
the eyes of those who watch and wait
to greet the cattle home

[verse 6]
the plains are all awave with grass
the skies are deepest blue
and leisurely the cattle pass
and feed the long day through
but when we sight the station gate
we make the stockwhips crack
a welcome sound to those who wait
to greet the cattle back
and through the twilight falling
we hear their voices calling
as the cattle splash across the stream
and churn it into foam
and the children run to greet us
and our wives and sweethearts meet us
their heroes from the overland
who brought the cattle home

- reg poole lyrics

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