Harry The Breaker
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Harry the Breaker, the man was really game.
Around about the '90s in the west of New South Wales,
And under starry Queensland skies, the drover's told their tales.
About a daring horseman known to all Morant by name,
There never was a lively cult, the Breaker couldn't tame.
An admiral in Devon once had taught the boy to dare,
But in the bush or pedigree won't get you anywhere.
The drovers always found Morant a man of right good cheer,
And when the Breaker cashed his cheque, he really liked his beer.
Harry the Breaker, the man who knew no fear.
The Melbourne hunt clubs knew him well, their socials he'd attend,
and many Sydney gentlemen were glad to call him friend.
The ballads that the Drover wrote beneath the starlight skies,
He would recite at parties grand, before admiring eyes.
In Adelaide he found he'd take the droving routes no more,
For as a mounted trooper, Harry went to fight the Boer.
And went on leave in England, he soon found his promised pride,
and chased a fox in Devon with his sweetheart by his side.
Harry the Breaker, the man who always tried.
And now there's gallant horsemen still the man who had no fears,
accepted a commission in the Bushveldt Carbineers.
The war was nearly over but the cleaning up was tough,
The rules were rather hazy and the going very rough.
The Boers had shot his wounded friend, the brother of his girl.
Harry shot his prisoners, he head was in a whirl.
He stood court-martial like a man, a man who has his pride.
And talking to the firing squad was how the breaker died.
Harry the Breaker, may he in peace abide.
Around about the '90s in the west of New South Wales,
And under starry Queensland skies, the drover's told their tales.
About a daring horseman known to all Morant by name,
There never was a lively cult, the Breaker couldn't tame.
An admiral in Devon once had taught the boy to dare,
But in the bush or pedigree won't get you anywhere.
The drovers always found Morant a man of right good cheer,
And when the Breaker cashed his cheque, he really liked his beer.
Harry the Breaker, the man who knew no fear.
The Melbourne hunt clubs knew him well, their socials he'd attend,
and many Sydney gentlemen were glad to call him friend.
The ballads that the Drover wrote beneath the starlight skies,
He would recite at parties grand, before admiring eyes.
In Adelaide he found he'd take the droving routes no more,
For as a mounted trooper, Harry went to fight the Boer.
And went on leave in England, he soon found his promised pride,
and chased a fox in Devon with his sweetheart by his side.
Harry the Breaker, the man who always tried.
And now there's gallant horsemen still the man who had no fears,
accepted a commission in the Bushveldt Carbineers.
The war was nearly over but the cleaning up was tough,
The rules were rather hazy and the going very rough.
The Boers had shot his wounded friend, the brother of his girl.
Harry shot his prisoners, he head was in a whirl.
He stood court-martial like a man, a man who has his pride.
And talking to the firing squad was how the breaker died.
Harry the Breaker, may he in peace abide.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.08] Harry the Breaker, the man was really game.
[00:06.84] Around about the '90s in the west of New South Wales,
[00:11.68] And under starry Queensland skies, the drover's told their tales.
[00:16.38] About a daring horseman known to all Morant by name,
[00:21.59] There never was a lively cult, the Breaker couldn't tame.
[00:26.52]
[00:32.73] An admiral in Devon once had taught the boy to dare,
[00:37.34] But in the bush or pedigree won't get you anywhere.
[00:42.68] The drovers always found Morant a man of right good cheer,
[00:47.57] And when the Breaker cashed his cheque, he really liked his beer.
[00:52.33] Harry the Breaker, the man who knew no fear.
[00:58.38] The Melbourne hunt clubs knew him well, their socials he'd attend,
[01:03.03] And many Sydney gentlemen were glad to call him friend.
[01:08.07] The ballads that the Drover wrote beneath the starlight skies,
[01:13.00] He would recite at parties grand, before admiring eyes.
[01:18.21]
[01:28.97] In Adelaide he found he'd take the droving routes no more,
[01:33.83] For as a mounted trooper, Harry went to fight the Boer.
[01:38.86] And went on leave in England, he soon found his promised pride,
[01:43.86] And chased a fox in Devon with his sweetheart by his side.
[01:48.82] Harry the Breaker, the man who always tried.
[01:57.29] And now there's gallant horsemen still the man who had no fears,
[02:01.94] Accepted a commission in the Bushveldt Carbineers.
[02:06.62] The war was nearly over but the cleaning up was tough,
[02:11.77] The rules were rather hazy and the going very rough.
[02:16.20]
[02:22.43] The Boers had shot his wounded friend, the brother of his girl.
[02:27.44] Harry shot his prisoners, he head was in a whirl.
[02:32.24] 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.
[02:42.30] Harry the Breaker, may he in peace abide.
[02:49.80]
[00:06.84] Around about the '90s in the west of New South Wales,
[00:11.68] And under starry Queensland skies, the drover's told their tales.
[00:16.38] About a daring horseman known to all Morant by name,
[00:21.59] There never was a lively cult, the Breaker couldn't tame.
[00:26.52]
[00:32.73] An admiral in Devon once had taught the boy to dare,
[00:37.34] But in the bush or pedigree won't get you anywhere.
[00:42.68] The drovers always found Morant a man of right good cheer,
[00:47.57] And when the Breaker cashed his cheque, he really liked his beer.
[00:52.33] Harry the Breaker, the man who knew no fear.
[00:58.38] The Melbourne hunt clubs knew him well, their socials he'd attend,
[01:03.03] And many Sydney gentlemen were glad to call him friend.
[01:08.07] The ballads that the Drover wrote beneath the starlight skies,
[01:13.00] He would recite at parties grand, before admiring eyes.
[01:18.21]
[01:28.97] In Adelaide he found he'd take the droving routes no more,
[01:33.83] For as a mounted trooper, Harry went to fight the Boer.
[01:38.86] And went on leave in England, he soon found his promised pride,
[01:43.86] And chased a fox in Devon with his sweetheart by his side.
[01:48.82] Harry the Breaker, the man who always tried.
[01:57.29] And now there's gallant horsemen still the man who had no fears,
[02:01.94] Accepted a commission in the Bushveldt Carbineers.
[02:06.62] The war was nearly over but the cleaning up was tough,
[02:11.77] The rules were rather hazy and the going very rough.
[02:16.20]
[02:22.43] The Boers had shot his wounded friend, the brother of his girl.
[02:27.44] Harry shot his prisoners, he head was in a whirl.
[02:32.24] 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.
[02:42.30] Harry the Breaker, may he in peace abide.
[02:49.80]