Leave Him in the Meadows K & M Dixon/Slim Dusty New words by Dusty Miller © 2008 Well he’s looking kind of weary and his sight is getting weak And the hair around his muzzle’s turning grey. He has hauled ten thousand cargoes and I think it’s maybe best We leave him in the meadow here today. He was broken in the thirties, just before the war Hauling goods, to fight old England’s cause. Never have I seen him beaten, by a load too much to pull, He’d work all day without a moments pause. So leave him out there in the meadow, do not work him. Leave him out there with his mate the baldy bay, With his mates that he can graze, and he can laze with. Leave him there and we will turn him out today. Repeat first verse. He’s entitled to a pension, in return for all he’s done. Now he’s stumbling and his stride is getting slow Let him laze these last few summers by the cut-side with his pals In the pastures where the sweetest grasses grow. So leave him out there in the meadows lets not work him. Leave him out there with his mate the baldy bay Let him shelter from the weather ‘neath the chestnuts We’ll pull his tail and turn him out today. Yeah, leave him out there in the meadow, let him rest there, In lush grassland with his mate the baldy bay Leave him out there for a week or two, then we’ll catch him. We’ll pull his tail and turn him out today. Yes we’ll pull his tail and turn him out today So leave him there and we’ll turn him out today. From the repertoire of DPN+1, this was kindly supplied by Dusty Miller.