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What are you doing my old man yells,

Kicking me in the side.

It's all most 6am,

You haven't saddled your horse,

and it's time to ride.

There's a fire to start,

and a Billy to boil.

Horses to catch,

And work to toil.

All before sunrise.

You useless no good lout,

What are you expecting a hand out.

Get off your ass and do some work,

You want to leave it all to your

mother.

You useless lout,

why cant you be more like your brother.

I jump up from my swag not game to say

a word.

He would tan my hide if I dared, I catch and saddle my mare,

She's frisky from this morning air.

I stick some tea leaves in my quart pot

and in my saddle bag,

I throw  some corn beef and home made

bread.

Mount your horse and be quick about it,

Is all my old man said.

She starts to buck and I tighten the

reins and cling on for all dear life.

If I was to fall,

Dad would scream at me more.

For not taken his advice.

Finely she gives in.

And my dad gives me a grin.

That's my girl he says,

In his eyes I see his pride.

And he yells,

Right oh lets ride.

Maybe right now your thinking,

What a tuff old bugger he can be.

But loving, caring and generous,

Is all that I can see.