| Ned Kelly came round to see me today
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| I guess I was dreaming, oh
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| Dumbfounded I couldn’t think what to say
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| I beckoned him in
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| But he shook his head
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| He said I’m a bit grubby and a bit poorly bred
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| I’d rather we yarned out the back in the shed
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| I can leave my boots on that way
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| Well he took a stiff whiskey and laid down his gun
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| He said I won’t keep you long, 'cause I gotta run
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| Gotta ride to the mountains before night is done
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| He said words got around 'bout the music you play
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| You truly believe in the fair dinkum way
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| That the bush must remain for our spirit to stay
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| And we must have a flag of our own
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| He said I learned long ago, when I was still young
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| Like a lizard that spits and sticks out his tongue
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| Oh, the way to get shot is to carry a gun
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| There’s a new world order, the leaders all shout
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| And everyone’s frantic, they’re gonna miss out
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| And the red white and blue’s are still marching about
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| Oh, we must have a flag of our own
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| 'Cause this is Australia and that’s where we’re from
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| We’re not Yankee side-kicks or second class Poms
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| And tell the Frogs what they can do with their bomb
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| And we must have a flag of our own
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| Yeah, this is Australia and that’s where we’re from
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| We’re not Yankee side-kicks or second class Poms
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| And tell the Frogs what they can do with their bomb
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| And we must have a flag of our own |