The Man from Snowy River, by A. B. Paterson

Been There Before

There came a stranger to Walgett town,

  To Walgett town when the sun was low,

And he carried a thirst that was worth a crown,

  Yet how to quench it he did not know;

But he thought he might take those yokels down,

The guileless yokels of Walgett town.

They made him a bet in a private bar,

  In a private bar when the talk was high,

And they bet him some pounds no matter how far

  He could pelt a stone, yet he could not shy

A stone right over the river so brown,

The Darling river at Walgett town.

He knew that the river from bank to bank

  Was fifty yards, and he smiled a smile

As he trundled down, but his hopes they sank

  For there wasn’t a stone within fifty mile;

For the saltbush plain and the open down

Produce no quarries in Walgett town.

The yokels laughed at his hopes o’erthrown,

  And he stood awhile like a man in a dream;

Then out of his pocket he fetched a stone,

  And pelted it over the silent stream —

He had been there before: he had wandered down

On a previous visit to Walgett town.

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