This 1961 sculpture, by South Australia born sculptor Ian McKay, is a tribute to Andrew Barton (Banjo) Paterson (1864 – 1941), famous Australia bush poet, journalist and author who was particularly famous for this ballads and poems which, I feel, presented a rather romantic view of rural and outback Australian life.


One of Paterson’s most famous poems “The Man from Snowy River” (and the subject of this sculpture) was published in 1890 and tells the story of a horseback pursuit to recapture an escaped colt of a prizewinning racehorse living with brumbies (wild horses) in the mountains near Burrinjuck Dam, north-west of Canberra (around 100kms from Cooma). When everyone else gives up the chase our hero “the Man from Snowy River” tracks down and captures the escaped colt.


The poem, in addition to putting the rugged High Country of the Snowy Mountains firmly on the map of Australia, depicts a man of grit and determination willing to have a go against the odds – a man that many modern Australians like to compare themselves with.

Banjo Paterson and “The Man from Snowy River” are commemorated on the Australian $10 note. For those readers with extremely good eyesight, the full text of the poem (104 lines) is printed several times in microprint as one of the note’s security devices. For those unable to decipher the microprint in the image below – and that will be everyone – I have included a full text of the (very long!) poem just before the end of this review.


The poem has been the inspiration of two movies, The Man From Snowy River (1982), staring Kirk Douglas and the Return to Snowy River (1988) as well as a television series Snowy River: The MacGregor Saga.

While Paterson is certainly famous for “The Man from Snowy River” he will without doubt be better known to readers for another of his poems, “Waltzing Matilda”.

Slim Dusty, a famous Australian country music singer has brought a number of Paterson’s work to the average man though song.

The Man from Snowy River

THERE was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
That the colt from old Regret had got away
And had joined the wild bush horses – he was worth a thousand pound,
So all the cracks had gathered to the fray.
All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far
Had mustered at the homestead overnight,
For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are,
And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight.

There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup,
The old man with his hair as white as snow;
But few could ride beside him when his blood was fairly up –
He would go wherever horse and man could go.
And Clancy of the Overflow came down to lend a hand,
No better horseman ever held the reins,
For never horse could throw him while the saddle-girths would stand –
He learned to ride while droving on the plains.

And one was there, a stripling on a small and weedy beast;
He was something like a racehorse undersized,
With a touch of Timor pony – three parts thoroughbred at least,
And such as are by mountain horsemen prized.
He was hard and tough and wiry – just the sort that won’t say die –
There was courage in his quick impatient tread;
And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye,
And the proud and lofty carriage of his head.

But still so slight and weedy, one would doubt his power to stay,
And the old man said, “That horse will never do
For a long and tiring gallop – lad, you’d better stop away,
Those hills are far too rough for such as you.”
So he waited, sad and wistful – only Clancy stood his friend –
“I think we ought to let him come,” he said;
“I warrant he’ll be with us when he’s wanted at the end,
For both his horse and he are mountain bred.”

“He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko’s side,
Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough;
Where a horse’s hoofs strike firelight from the flint stones every stride,
The man that holds his own is good enough.
And the Snowy River riders on the mountains make their home,
Where the river runs those giant hills between;
I have seen full many horsemen since I first commenced to roam,
But nowhere yet such horsemen have I seen.”

So he went; they found the horses by the big mimosa clump,
They raced away toward the mountain’s brow,
And the old man gave his orders – “Boys, go at them from the jump,
No use to try for fancy riding now.
And, Clancy, you must wheel them, try and wheel them to the right;
Ride boldly, lad, and never fear the spills,
For never yet was rider that could keep the mob in sight,
If once they gain the shelter of those hills.”

So Clancy rode to wheel them – he was racing on the wing,
Where the best and boldest riders take their place,
And he raced his stock-horse past them and he made the ranges ring
With the stockwhip, as he met them face to face.
Then they halted for a moment, while he swung the dreaded lash,
But they saw their well-loved mountain full in view,
And they charged beneath the stockwhip with a sharp and sudden dash,
And off into the mountain scrub they flew. 

Then fast the horsemen followed, and the gorges deep and black
Resounded to the thunder of their tread,
And the stockwhips woke the echoes and they fiercely answered back
From cliffs and crags that beetled overhead.
And upward, ever upward, the wild horses held their way,
Where mountain ash and kurrajong grew wide;
And the old man muttered fiercely, “We may bid the mob good day,
No man can hold them down the other side.”

When they reached the mountain’s summit, even Clancy took a pull –
It might well make the boldest hold their breath;
For the wild hop scrub grew thickly, and the hidden ground was full
Of wombat holes, and any slip was death.
But the man from Snowy River let the pony have his head,
And he swung his stockwhip round and gave a cheer,
And he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down its bed,
While the others stood and watched in very fear.

He sent the flint-stones flying, but the pony kept his feet,
He cleared the fallen timber in his stride,
And the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat –
It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride.
Past the stringybarks and saplings, on the rough and broken ground,
Down the hillside at a racing pace he went,
And he never drew the bridle till he landed safe and sound
At the bottom of that terrible descent.

He was right among the horses as they climbed the farther hill,
And the watchers on the mountain, standing mute,
Saw him ply the stockwhip fiercely; he was right among them still,
As he raced across the clearing in pursuit.
Then they lost him for a moment, where two mountain gullies met
In the ranges – but a final glimpse reveals
On a dim and distant hillside the wild horses racing yet
With the man from Snowy River at their heels.

And he ran them single-handed till their sides were white with foam;
He followed like a bloodhound on their track,
Till they halted, cowed and beaten; then he turned their heads for home,
And alone and unassisted brought them back.
But his hardy mountain pony he could scarcely raise a trot,
He was blood from hip to shoulder from the spur;
But his pluck was still undaunted, and his courage fiery hot,
For never yet was mountain horse a cur.

And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise
Their torn and rugged battlements on high,
Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze
At midnight in the cold and frosty sky,
And where around the Overflow the reed-beds sweep and sway
To the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide,
The Man from Snowy River is a household word today,
And the stockmen tell the story of his ride.

Location of statue

Address: Centennial Park, Sharp Street, Cooma
Directions: Just outside the Tourist Office

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6 thoughts on “The Man from Snowy River Statue

  1. Although we are just over the mountains from Cooma, in Tumbarumba, we are still classed as being in the (foothills) of the Snowy Mountains and as such share in the history of The Man from Snowy River. We have a fabulous resource int eh Boggy Creek Show which I just happened to review earlier this week. The owners have been involved in high cattle farming for years and, amongst other things, helped train horses for the Corryong Man from Snowy River festival plus movie work with horses for the movies you mentioned. It’s a great historical, educational and entertaining show which highlights the Man from snowy River story and the times. Your post is very interesting!

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