| I can’t feel those chains any longer, can you?
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| I’m footloose and free
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| I can’t see the sense in red, white and blue
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| It’s still Union Jack to me
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| We’re drifting in the ocean alone now
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| Like a beautiful ship at sea
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| I can’t feel those chains any longer
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| I love this big country
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| So I’ll raise my glass to the Diggers
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| Jump like a kangaroo
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| Stare 'em in the eye like an emu
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| I’ll always be true blue
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| Have you ever spoken to a gumtree?
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| What am I trying to say to you?
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| Love this place as half as much as I do
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| And your a true blue too
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| Hey!
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| I can’t feel those chains any longer can you?
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| I’m footloose and free
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| I can’t see the sense in red, white and blue
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| It’s still Union Jack to me
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| We’re drifting in the ocean alone now
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| Like a beautiful ship at sea
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| I can’t feel those chains any longer
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| I love this big country
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| So come on lets get on with the shearing
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| Make a little wool and wine
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| There’s no gold at the end of the rainbow
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| No fruit without the vine
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| You’ve gotta be fair dinkum
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| Coz that’s the way it has to be
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| Or there won’t be enough to build a doghouse
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| C’mon sing this song with me
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| So I’ll raise my glass to the Diggers
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| Jump like a kangaroo
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| Stare 'em in the eye like an emu
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| I’ll always be true blue
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| Have you ever spoken to a gumtree?
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| What am I trying to say to you?
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| Love this place as half as much as I do
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| And your a true blue too
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| Hey!
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| Glory to Australia
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| Glory to the green and gold
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| We’ve come a long way since Botany Bay
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| And we’re nearly two hundred years old
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| Glory to Australia
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| Glory to the green and gold
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| We’ve come a long way since Botany Bay
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| And we’re nearly two hundred years old |