Classic Poem

Now this is the story of Frank Mulloy, rider of old in the Riverina,
Where he'd often danced, in the bounding joy of living! all night to the concertina.
'Tis not like a story of doubtful fame, in southern ballad, or northern saga —
You'll find " Mulloy " is a living name at Yerong Creek near Wagga Wagga.

This is the story of Frank Mulloy, rider of old in the Riverina;
Gentle and honest and kind from a boy — brave and honest and kind and clean!
Groom at the Government Stables now, in the Irrigation Commission's employ —
None but the pilgrims he helped somehow, when they first came here, know Frank Mulloy.

None save the pilgrims he helped somehow; and I was one. But I'm mistaken —
Head of the Government Stables now, and the Trust trusts him with a faith unshaken
By envious tales; and his facts and dates that shake up some in a higher station.
Red Tape pales at his paddock gates. 'Tis ...