The Ringer & The Princess
Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2022 11:14 am
3 - The Ringer & The Princess
The story starts out in the bush, the year was ‘74,
the Ringer was on muster, out from Jackboot Bore.
Horses bred and broken, the quickest on the face,
camp horse used for cutting, and the fastest bred to race.
Muster, draft, mark and brand, mobs and mobs of cattle,
dust and sweat, fire and smoke, each day was a battle.
Days were never ending, nights were dark and deep,
with swag, and coat for pillow, the Ringer caught some sleep.
The word came through the two way, that a Princess had hit town,
and worth a look, come check her out, it’s time to break new ground.
Excitement built through out the camp, the boys picked up the pace,
dreams now turned to rum and girls, the work now turned to race!
At muster’s end rejoicing, as work turned in to fun,
horses fit from working, It’s time to see them run,
The Ringer now a jockey, rode hard to take the Gold,
to hold The Cup and fill it, with anything that’s cold!
The focus was then shifted, from race track to the Ball,
where dancing was in progress, people, wall to wall.
On one side stood the Ringer, all scrubbed and shaven clean,
on the other sat The Princess, the woman of his dreams.
To cross the floor and ask her, was more than he could bare,
looked left, looked right, looked awkward, trying not to stare.
She looked just like an angel, he was taken by her eyes,
she then walked up and asked him, he was taken by surprise!
The Ringer & The Princess, danced on through the night,
and danced on through a lifetime, he her husband, she his wife.
They compliment each other, with everything they do,
the love they share, beyond compare, and both now share with you.
Glen Hughes © 7/2/22
The story starts out in the bush, the year was ‘74,
the Ringer was on muster, out from Jackboot Bore.
Horses bred and broken, the quickest on the face,
camp horse used for cutting, and the fastest bred to race.
Muster, draft, mark and brand, mobs and mobs of cattle,
dust and sweat, fire and smoke, each day was a battle.
Days were never ending, nights were dark and deep,
with swag, and coat for pillow, the Ringer caught some sleep.
The word came through the two way, that a Princess had hit town,
and worth a look, come check her out, it’s time to break new ground.
Excitement built through out the camp, the boys picked up the pace,
dreams now turned to rum and girls, the work now turned to race!
At muster’s end rejoicing, as work turned in to fun,
horses fit from working, It’s time to see them run,
The Ringer now a jockey, rode hard to take the Gold,
to hold The Cup and fill it, with anything that’s cold!
The focus was then shifted, from race track to the Ball,
where dancing was in progress, people, wall to wall.
On one side stood the Ringer, all scrubbed and shaven clean,
on the other sat The Princess, the woman of his dreams.
To cross the floor and ask her, was more than he could bare,
looked left, looked right, looked awkward, trying not to stare.
She looked just like an angel, he was taken by her eyes,
she then walked up and asked him, he was taken by surprise!
The Ringer & The Princess, danced on through the night,
and danced on through a lifetime, he her husband, she his wife.
They compliment each other, with everything they do,
the love they share, beyond compare, and both now share with you.
Glen Hughes © 7/2/22