(Air: 'So Early In The Morning.') The Boss Last Night In The Hut Did Say' 'We Start To Muster At Break Of Day; So Be Up First Thing, And Don't Be Slow; Saddle Your Horses And Off You Go.' Chorus So Early In The Morning, So Early In The Morning, So Early In The Morning, Before The Break Of Day. Such A Night In The Yard There Never Was Seen (The Horses Were Fat And The Grass Was Green); Bursting Of Girths And Slipping Of Packs As The Stockmen Saddled The Fastest Hacks. Chorus: So Early In The Morning, &C. Across The Plain We Jog Along Over Gully, Swamp, And Billabong; We Drop On A Mob Pretty Lively, Too We Round 'Em Up And Give 'Em A Slue. Chorus: So Early In The Morning, &C. Now The Scrub Grows Thick And The Cattle Are Wild, A Regular Caution To This 'Ere Child' A New Chum Man On An Old Chum Horse, Who Sails Through The Scrub As A Matter Of Course. Chorus: So Early In The Morning, &C. I Was Close Up Stuck In A Rotten Bog; I Got A Buster Jumping A Log; I Found This Scouting Rather Hot, So I Joined The Niggers With The Lot We'd Got. Chorus: So Early In The Morning, &C. A Long-Haired Shepherd We Chanced To Meet With A Water Bag, Billy, And Dog Complete; He Came Too Close To A Knocked Up Steer, Who Up A Sapling Made Him Clear. Chorus: So Early In The Morning, &C. Now On Every Side We Faintly Hear The Crack Of The Stockwhip Drawing Near; To The Camp The Cattle Soon Converge, As From The Thick Scrub They Emerge. Chorus: So Early In The Morning, &C. We Hastily Comfort The Inner Man With The Warm Contents Of The Billy Can; The Beef And Damper Are Passed About Before We Tackle The Cutting Out. Chorus: So Early In The Morning, &C. We're At It Now'That Bally Calf Would Surely Make A Sick Man Laugh; The Silly Fool Can't Take A Joke; I Hope Some Day In The Drought He'll Croak. Chorus: So Early In The Morning, &C. We've 'Em Now'The Cows And Calves (Things Here Are Never Done By Halves); Strangers, Workers, And Milkers, Too, Of Scrubbers Also Not A Few. Chorus: So Early In The Morning, &C. It's Getting Late, We'd Better Push; 'Tis A Good Long Way Across The Bush, And The Mob To Drive Are Middling Hard; I Do Not Think We'll Reach The Yard. Chorus: So Early In The Morning, &C.