Harry the Breaker, the man was really game,
Around about the '90's in the west of New South Wales,
And under starry Queensland skies the drovers told their tales,
About a daring horseman known to all, Morant by name,
There never was a lively colt the Breaker couldn't tame;
Harry the Breaker, the man was really game.
And as paroled in Devonport, had taught the boy to dare,
But in the bush your pedigree won't get you anywhere,
The drovers always found Morant, a man of bright 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 was glad to call him friend,
The ballads that the drover wrote beneath the starlit skies,
It would recite at parties grand before admiring eyes;
Harry the Breaker, the man who knew no ties.
Yoooooooooo Weeeeeeeeeeee Ooooooooh
In Adelaide he found he'd take the droving routes no more,
For as a mounted trooper, Harry went to fight the Boers,
And when on leave in England he soon found his promised bride,
And chased the fox in Devon with his sweetheart by his side;
Harry the Breaker, the man who always tried.
And now this gallant horseman 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 goin' very rough;
Harry the Breaker, he never cried enough.
The Boers had shot his wounded friend, the brother of his girl,
So Harry shot his prisoners, his 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.
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From his album: "Slim Dusty Sings"
Songwriters/Composers: J. Asher;
Around about the '90's in the west of New South Wales,
And under starry Queensland skies the drovers told their tales,
About a daring horseman known to all, Morant by name,
There never was a lively colt the Breaker couldn't tame;
Harry the Breaker, the man was really game.
And as paroled in Devonport, had taught the boy to dare,
But in the bush your pedigree won't get you anywhere,
The drovers always found Morant, a man of bright 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 was glad to call him friend,
The ballads that the drover wrote beneath the starlit skies,
It would recite at parties grand before admiring eyes;
Harry the Breaker, the man who knew no ties.
Yoooooooooo Weeeeeeeeeeee Ooooooooh
In Adelaide he found he'd take the droving routes no more,
For as a mounted trooper, Harry went to fight the Boers,
And when on leave in England he soon found his promised bride,
And chased the fox in Devon with his sweetheart by his side;
Harry the Breaker, the man who always tried.
And now this gallant horseman 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 goin' very rough;
Harry the Breaker, he never cried enough.
The Boers had shot his wounded friend, the brother of his girl,
So Harry shot his prisoners, his 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.
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From his album: "Slim Dusty Sings"
Songwriters/Composers: J. Asher;