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STOP THE HORSE
Stewarts were long-time family friends who had quite a large sheep grazing property.
The men had been out mustering and returned home mid afternoon.
They loosened their mounts under a shady tree,
and went inside for a bite and a cup of tea.
"Can we have a ride on your horse please mate?"
So this chap lead his horse out through the gate.
He lifted us up into the saddle then lead us around,
then he'd lift us back down onto the ground.
Selwyn thinks to himself "you little kids step aside,
it's now my turn to have a ride"
You can let go the reins and leave us alone ,
I can ride a horse all on my own.
Well he gave that horse one hell of a kick,
Now the reaction wasn't pretty but it was certainly quick.
The surcingle was loose and with every stride,
the saddle was slipping further around the side.
He yelled out from half way down the flat,
as he felt the departure of his cowboy hat.
Stooop the hooose stoooooop the hooooose,
But as you'd know very well of course,
The horse didn't stop, it didn't even slow,
that horse just knew the place to go,
It was on his mind to unload this kid,
and do it he would if it was the last thing he did.
To that loose apparatus young Selwyn hung tight,
and showed no emotion of fear or of fright.
With Selwyn underneath and stirrups in the air,
That horse gave a leap ,a leap of despair.
over the rails into stockyards,
the end of the ride for the everhards.
Every body came running their heart in their hand,
What's all this fuss, Selwyn couldn't understand.
Help tighten this surcingle so I can have a ride,
it's a bit hard to hang on around on the side.
This was when Selwyn was six or seven years old,
and forty years later stoooop the hoooorse is still told.
© IAN LANGENS 1995
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