Weddin Mountain Muster

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Saddling up our horses in the morning,

Weddin Mountain Muster sure ain’t boring,

Stopping for Smoko, scones, cake and tea,

There’s no other place in the world to be,

Mount up there’s more trails to ride,

Thru properties, stock routes and mountain side,

Smoke rising thru the trees, lunch must be near,

Curried sausages on the menu I hear,

Sit down catch up with old mates,

Victoria Jeff, Narrandera Barb and Cowra Kate,

It’s been twelve months since we’ve been here,

Must catch up tonight and have a beer’

On our trusty steed again, homeward bound,

Arriving into camp our ponies pull up sound,

Washed and fed our ponies are put away,

Time to kick back and discuss the day,

A Bourbon and Cola sounds great,

Sitting around the campfire with ya mates,

How could you not be a part of this?

One hell of a week not to be missed.

Author: Ann Sant

Grenfell & The Muster

Now The Weddin Mountain Muster,

I’d go back every year.

The people great – The town is beaut,

AAH! and that bloody Reschs Beer.

But getting back to riding,

For that’s what horse folk seek.

I can highly recommend it,

You’ll never have a better week.

The riding – now that is great,

The food – well that’s something to behold.

You’ll really be contented,

Whether your choice be hot or cold.

And if old Henry’s looking down he must

be pretty proud,

To see how the local folk have pleased this

horse riding crowd.

And if the Maker is willing,

I’ll be back next year, For the riding,

The mateship – The town – The Tucker,

And That Bloody Reschs Beer.

By: Piano Pesterson

Otherwise known as Ted Chapman

GRENFELL HO!

They said come out to Grenfell for the annual Muster ride

I said you must be crazy, you know I’m on the slide

I um’d and ah’d and tossed about, trying to decide

In the end I thought I’d come to see if I’d survive

Now I’m here I realise what they are on about

Everyone’s so friendly, the views and food I’ll toot

My photos and my memories, I will proudly flaunt

I think I’ll be back again, of that there’s not much doubt

Denis O’Mullane

Weddin Mountain Muster 2008

We’re going to Grenfell the girl’s all said
Come on woman get out of bed
So here we are for the week
Having a beer at Emu Creek

The girls all wore their flashy boots
Cleaned up at the races, what a hoot
With short shirts, to show off their legs
That should be worth the Emu Egg

The members of the FIFO club
Made the CRI their favourite pub
Watch out when they run amuck
If you were there half your luck

We made our campsite on the hill
Overlooking Grenfell, what a thrill
With all the lush feed and grass
All Cheryl’s horse did all week was fart

Up hills and down went the rides
Great scenes of the countryside
I especially liked the Port a loo
On the hill with a view

Thanks for all the great morning tea’s
My scales are no longer a friend to me
And the lunches that we ate
Sitting around with our mates

Now the week is at an end
Our intention was not to offend
But we will be back next year
Full of happiness, fun and cheer

Di McGowan 2008

THE WEDDIN MOUNTAIN MUSTER

Don was the leader of the pack
on a big grey horse called Jack.
The riders had nothing to fear
with Livo Bringing up the rear.
On The Weddin Mountain Muster

At the walk the trot and canter
with loads of jovial banter.
We rode the mountains and the flat
with plenty of time for a friendly chat.
On The Weddin Mountain Muster

There was a Clydesdale and Clumper
and I think and old Buckjumper.
Appaloosa, Arab, Paint and Hack
and some straight off the bloody track.
On The Weddin Mountain Muster

From a drover to a pretty girl
we all came to Grenfell to give it a whirl.
Old and young small tall and stout
Grenfell town knew we were about.
On The Weddin Mountain Muster

The food they supplied was simply grand
the Club even put on a bloody band.
Oh we partied and danced into the night
it surely was a splendid sight.
On The Weddin Mountain Muster

Jeans and Joddies, Spurs and Chaps
R M Williams, Akubras and Caps.
Parelli gear was there too
at times it looked like a bloody zoo.
On The Weddin Mountain Muster

Now I’m not the type to beg
But I really like that Emu Egg.
So this poem is really a plea
and I hope you give that Bugger to me.
On The Weddin Mountain Muster

Don Bourke

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