“And some are sulky”

And some are sulky, while some will plunge.
   [So ho! Steady! Stand still, you!]
Some you must gentle, and some you must lunge.
   [There! There! Who wants to kill you?]
Some—there are losses in every trade—
Will break their hearts ere bitted and made,
Will fight like fiends as the rope cuts hard,
And die dumb-mad in the breaking-yard.
                          Toolungala Stockyard Chorus.