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May 4, 2012 · “He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko’s side, Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough, Where a horse’s hoofs strike firelight from the flint stones every stride, The man that holds his own is good enough. And the Snowy River riders on the mountains make their home, Where the river runs those giant hills between;
But the man from Snowy River let the pony have its head, He swung his stock-whip round and gave a cheer, And he raced him down that mountain like a torrent down its bed, While the others stood and watched in very fear.
The poem tells the story of a valuable horse which escapes and the princely sum offered by its owner for its safe return. All the riders in the area gather to pursue the wild bush horses and cut the valuable horse from the mob. But the country defeats them all - except for 'The Man from Snowy River'.
"The Man from Snowy River" is a poem by Australian bush poet Banjo Paterson. It was first published in The Bulletin, an Australian news magazine, on 26 April 1890, and was published by Angus & Robertson in October 1895, with other poems by Paterson, in The Man from Snowy River and Other Verses.
‘The Man from Snowy River’ by Andrew Barton Paterson, commonly known as Banjo Paterson, a famous Australian poet, is an example of a Bush Ballad. It was first published on 26 April 1890, in an Australian news magazine “The Bulletin”.
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But the man from Snowy River let the pony have his head, And he swung his stockwhip round and gave a cheer, And he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down its bed, While the others...
Mar 9, 2018 · 'He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko's side, Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough, Where a horse's hoofs strike firelight from the flint stones every stride, The man that holds his own is good enough.