Harry The Breaker - 1996 Digital Remaster

[00:00.06] Harry the Breaker, the man was really game
[00:06.86] Around about the nineties in the west of New South Wales
[00:11.62] And under starry Queensland skies the drovers told their tales
[00:16.36] About a daring horseman known to all, Morant by name
[00:21.56] There never was a lively colt the Breaker couldn't tame
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[00:32.73] An admiral in Devon once had taught the boy to dare
[00:37.39] But in the bush your pedigree won't get you anywhere
[00:42.64] The drovers always found Morant a man of right good cheer
[00:47.60] And when the Breaker cashed his cheque he really liked his beer
[00:52.33] Harry the Breaker, the man who knew no fear
[00:58.35] The Melbourne Hunt Club knew him well, their socials he'd attend
[01:03.09] And many Sydney gentlemen were glad to call him friend
[01:08.06] The ballads that the drover wrote beneath the starlit skies
[01:13.03] He would recite at parties grand before admiring eyes
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[01:28.93] In Adelaide he found he'd take the droving routes no more
[01:33.88] For as the mounted trooper Harry went to fight the Boer
[01:38.86] And when on leave in England he soon found his promised bride
[01:43.85] And chased the fox in Devon with his sweetheart by his side
[01:48.88] Harry the Breaker, the man who always tried
[01:57.22] And now this gallant horseman, still the man who had no fears
[02:01.92] Accepted a commission in the Bush Veldt Carbineers
[02:06.61] The war was nearly over but the cleaning up was tough
[02:11.74] The rules were rather hazy and the going very rough
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[02:22.47] The Boers had shot his wounded friend, the brother of his girl
[02:27.43] Harry shot his prisoners, his head was in a whirl
[02:32.22] He stood court-martial like a man, a man who has his pride
[02:36.83] And talking to the firing squad was how the Breaker died
[02:42.22] Harry the Breaker, may he in peace abide
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