To every'
To every bogan, woman and man..Who ride the surf
Who tread our sands.' To every city
dweller and professor too.' The crop
Dusting pilot or Jackeroo.' Let all the shearers
Hear my call..Mates i'm beside you (one and all)
Brian Woodly and daughter Claire, are national treasures
I put it out there.' Then there are doctors like Hobart bold
i tell you Melbourne ( he never sold.) And Nick Patterson
He ain't forgotton, unlike old dan andrews.' Completly
Rotten a ' SHOUT OUT TO KERRY.' OF Silver top taxies
You brought me to tears, when i made t
hat call, i fell to pray on my knees
For they forced the needle into their people all.'
I won't forget victoria brews..With their poisionous
Jingles..You can go and stew.' Hey theres an education
No money can buy..' Its the spirit of Australia
I keep it close by.' So listen up now do and not fear, reject
That bloody; morbid mob so drear.' Go out and lend a hand
And smile..And bear with each other all the while
Observe those who'd; shut out all discourse
And only frown.' and avoid them as the
plauge, they'll only drag us down; of course'
Look out for those who took the hits.' And
Back them up..And never quit.' Learn from your
Land beautiful and rare.' You will find real education
There.!
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