This was the way of it, don't you know -- 
Ryan was "wanted" for stealing sheep, 
And never a trooper, high or low, 
Could find him -- catch a weasel asleep! 
Till Trooper Scott, from the Stockman's Ford -- 
A bushman, too, as I've heard them tell -- 
Chanced to find him drunk as a lord 
Round at the Shadow of Death Hotel. 
D'you know the place? It's a wayside inn, 
A low grog-shanty -- a bushman trap, 
Hiding away in its shame and sin 
Under the shelter of Conroy's Gap -- 
Under the shade of that frowning range 
The roughest crowd that ever drew breath -- 
Thieves and rowdies, uncouth and strange, 
Were mustered round at the "Shadow of Death". 

The trooper knew that his man would slide 
Like a dingo pup, if he saw the chance; 
And with half a start on the mountain side 
Ryan would lead him a merry dance. 
Drunk as he was when the trooper came, 
to him that did not matter a rap -- 
Drunk or sober, he was the same, 
The boldest rider in Conroy's Gap. 

"I want you, Ryan," the trooper said, 
"And listen to me, if you dare resist, 
So help me heaven, I'll shoot you dead!" 
He snapped the steel on his prisoner's wrist, 
And Ryan, hearing the handcuffs click, 
Recovered his wits as they turned to go, 
For fright will sober a man as quick 
As all the drugs that the doctors know. 

There was a girl in that shanty bar 
Went by the name of Kate Carew, 
Quiet and shy as the bush girls are, 
But ready-witted and plucky, too. 
She loved this Ryan, or so they say, 
And passing by, while her eyes were dim 
With tears, she said in a careless way, 
"The Swagman's round in the stable, Jim." 

Spoken too low for the trooper's ear, 
Why should she care if he heard or not? 
Plenty of swagmen far and near -- 
And yet to Ryan it meant a lot. 
That was the name of the grandest horse 
In all the district from east to west; 
In every show ring, on every course, 
They always counted The Swagman best. 

He was a wonder, a raking bay -- 
One of the grand old Snowdon strain -- 
One of the sort that could race and stay 
With his mighty limbs and his length of rein. 
Born and bred on the mountain side, 
He could race through scrub like a kangaroo; 
The girl herself on his back might ride, 
And The Swagman would carry her safely through. 

He would travel gaily from daylight's flush 
Till after the stars hung out their lamps; 
There was never his like in the open bush, 
And never his match on the cattle-camps. 
For faster horses might well be found 
On racing tracks, or a plain's extent, 
But few, if any, on broken ground 
Could see the way that The Swagman went. 

When this girl's father, old Jim Carew, 
Was droving out on the Castlereagh 
With Conroy's cattle, a wire came through 
To say that his wife couldn't live the day. 
And he was a hundred miles from home, 
As flies the crow, with never a track 
Through plains as pathless as ocean's foam; 
He mounted straight on The Swagman's back. 

He left the camp by the sundown light, 
And the settlers out on the Marthaguy 
Awoke and heard, in the dead of night, 
A single horseman hurrying by. 
He crossed the Bogan at Dandaloo, 
And many a mile of the silent plain 
That lonely rider behind him threw 
Before they settled to sleep again. 

He rode all noght, and he steered his course 
By the shining stars with a bushman's skill, 
And every time that he pressed his horse 
The Swagman answered him gamely still. 
He neared his home as the east was bright. 
The doctor met him outside the town 
"Carew! How far did you come last night?" 
"A hundred miles since the sun went down." 

And his wife got round, and an oath he passed, 
So long as he or one of his breed 
Could raise a coin, though it took their last, 
The Swagman never should want a feed. 
And Kate Carew, when her father died, 
She kept the horse and she kept him well; 
The pride of the district far and wide, 
He lived in style at the bush hotel. 

Such wasThe Swagman; and Ryan knew 
Nothing about could pace the crack; 
Little he'd care for the man in blue 
If once he got on The Swagman's back. 
But how to do it? A word let fall 
Gave him the hint as the girl passed by; 
Nothing but "Swagman -- stable wall; 
Go to the stable and mind your eye." 

He caught her meaning, and quickly turned 
To the trooper: "Reckon you'll gain a stripe 
By arresting me, and it's easily earned; 
Let's go to the stable and get my pipe, 
The Swagman has it." So off they went, 
And as soon as ever they turned their backs 
The girl slipped down, on some errand bent 
Behind the stable and seized an axe. 

The trooper stood at the stable door 
While Ryan went in quite cool and slow, 
And then