I once had a horse called Brumby-O and hereby hangs a tale
I got him when I joined the Lancers down in New South Wales
Baroombie is an ancient word, for a horse that's wild and free
And that's why I called him Brumby-O
He was just a bit like me
Go! Go! Brumby-O
You're so wild and free
Go! Go! Brumby-O
You're just a bit like me
They call our horses Walers
I'm a New South Waler too
One day they sailed us off to war
Across the ocean blue
For thirty days the ship she rolled
In the mighty ocean squalls
Chucked us all around our bunks and the horses in their stalls
Woe! Woe! Brumby-O
Though you're wild and free
Woe! Woe! Brumby-O
We're out on the open sea
Each night I'd go up to his stall, on the upper deck
To calm him, I'd give him sugar lumps and pat him on the neck
For soon we would land in Africa and they'd put us on a train
Off to find the enemy in his wild terrain
Go! Go! Brumby- O
Now we're wild and free
Go! Go! Brumby- O
Let's find the enemy
One day riding on patrol, the enemy fired their rounds
Brumby took a hit in the neck, but bravely stood his ground
The bullets then came buzzin' round, like a swarm of bees
Brumby galloped us into a hollow and he fell down on his knees
Woe! Woe! Brumby-O
Though you were wild and free
Woe! Woe! Brumby-O
You took the fall for me
He steered us out of danger, out of the line of fire
Then we took the enemy on and watch them all retire
As I cradled his noble head in me arms, I felt his spirit go free
And I whispered to him Brumby- O, that bullet was meant for me
Go! Go! Brumby-O
Lancers never cry
Cause we know you'll be runnin' with wild horses in the sky
And it's true because of you
It wasn't my time to die
