It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down. He loitered here, he loitered the… - Andrew Barton Paterson

With Mr Smythers to think was to act. He was not a man who believed in allowing grass to grow under his feet. His motto was "Up and be doing—somebody."

Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong Under the shade of a coolibah tree,
And he sang as he watched and waited till his "Billy" boiled, "You'll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me."

There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around That the colt from old Regret had got away,
And had joined the wild bush horses — he was worth a thousand pound, So all the cracks had gathered to the fray.
All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far Had mustered at the homestead overnight,
For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are, And the stockhorse snuffs the battle with delight.