The man from Snowy River, he came down to land. The man from Snowy River, he came down to land.
There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around, that the cult from old regret had got away.
And adjoined the wild bush horse, as he was worth a thousand pounds, so all the cracks had gathered for the frame.
Clancy of the overflow came down to take his stand, no better horseman ever held the reins.
The man from Snowy River came along to lend a hand, he was young and tough as any on the plain.
He hailed from Snowy River, up by Kosciuszko's side, where the hills are twice as steep and tall.
Twice as rough, where a horse's hooves strike firelight from the flintstones every stride.
The man that held his own is good enough.
The man from Snowy River, he came down to lend a hand.
The man from Snowy River, he came down to lend a hand.
It was Clancy found a horse, and he was racing on the wing.
Where the best and boldest riders take their place.
And he raced the stock horse past them, and he made the rangers ring with the stock whip, as he met them face to face.
Then they halted for a moment, while he swung the dreaded lash.
But they saw their well-loved mountain full and view.
And they charged beneath the stock whip with a sharp but sudden dash.
And off into the mountain scrub they flew.
When they reached the mountain summit, even Clancy was in shock.

Clancy gave a pole, it might well make the boldest howl their breath.
For the wild bush crept through thickly, and the hip ground was full of wild bat howls, and any slip was death.
The man from Snowy River, he came down to lend a hand.
The man from Snowy River, he came down to lend a hand.
But the man from Snowy River, he came down to lend a hand.
And the pony had his head, and he swung a stock whip round and gave a cheer
And he raised him down the mountain like a torrent down on its bed.
While the others stood and watched in petty fear.
He set the fence foist flyin', but the pony kept his feet
He cleared the fall and the timber in his stride.
He cleared the fall and the timber in his stride
And the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat
And the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat
It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride
It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride
It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride
And he ran him single-handedly throughout the back of theuld and visions

Until their sides were white as foam
He followed like a bloodhound on their track
Till they halted, cowed and beaten
Then he turned their heads for home
And alone and unassisted brought them back
The man from Snowy River
He came down to lend a hand
The man from Snowy River
He came down to lend a hand
He came down to lend a hand
He came down to lend a hand