| Perfectly pretty, perfectly shy
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| Little girl from the dryland, wonderin' why
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| There’s no trees on the south side
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| To stop that howlin' wind
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| Little girl from the dryland
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| Only the creaky weatherboards
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| Painted the milky green
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| Keepin' that scary world outside
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| It’s bangin' on the windows
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| Blowin' the washin' off the line
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| Callin' out for that little girl on the dryland
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| Two older brothers, y' sister and you
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| One little nipper, another one due
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| Hiding under the homestead
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| When strangers come along
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| Father out on the wheatfield
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| You hide the whisky, but then what for?
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| Your father is awake to you
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| But you are 'protector'
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| And your mother always knew
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| You wondered why you were born
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| Out on a wheatfield
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| You know there is much more to life
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| Than sky and endless plains
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| Your father told you stories of the war
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| Of Singapore and Paris, and how you long to go
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| But you are young, and stuck out on the dryland |