THE BRUMBIES.
There are steeds upon many a Western plain That have never bowed to a bit or rein. That have never tightened a trace or chain. They feed in the blue grass, fearless, free As the curblcss wind on tho bitless sea. And the life they lead is a song to me.
For I know there are those in the world to
day Who axe just such rebels at heart as they, Running uncurbed in the brumby way. Men that have never been bridle-bound, Bitted or girthed to the servile round. Men of the’wide world's stamping-ground. Who have wheeled to the Dawn.; have kept lone guard When tile soft Bush nights crept goldenstarred ; Rebels that never the world shall yard.
There is room on this earth for the toilers too, And some must draw where their grandsircs drew, And some must lope on the trails anew. But as long as the girth and the harness
scar, As long as there’s kind unfenced and far, The wild mob feeds under moon and star. yilU. 1L OCU.TDC.
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Evening Star, Issue 13090, 24 October 1908, Page 2
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176THE BRUMBIES. Evening Star, Issue 13090, 24 October 1908, Page 2
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