| I’ve seen the earth baked by the sun,
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| Cracked and black on the Queensland run,
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| Seen blue water and sugar cane,
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| Smelled it’s sweetness after rain,
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| Against a blazing northern sky,
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| I have seen the wedge-tails fly,
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| And in a winter heart and long,
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| Heard the call of the currawong,
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| And I’ve seen the Snowy Mountains high,
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| An' I know how the mountain men can ride,
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| And I’ll always remember an' I’ll be glad,
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| That I’ve been, I’ve seen an' I’ve done that.
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| I’ve seen people come an' seen them go,
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| Heard their laughter an' their woe,
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| Seen them prosper, seen them thrive,
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| Seen them battle to survive,
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| I have heard the music of this land,
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| In it’s river, it’s rocks and trees and sand,
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| The click of singing sticks and didgeridoo,
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| As dancers tell the legends old and new,
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| And beneath the iron ranges of the west,
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| I have walked through desert-pea and spinefex,
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| And I’ll always remember an' I’ll be glad,
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| That I’ve been, I’ve seen an' I’ve done that.
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| By the lakes and forests tall,
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| I’ve heard the Gippsland Bellbirds call,
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| Felt the heat and terror wild,
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| Beating back the roaring red bush fire,
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| I’ve tasted the vintage of the south,
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| Followed the Murray to its mouth,
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| I’ve stood where our forebears came in chains,
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| They’d never know their prison grim today,
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| And where ever and how far I may go,
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| My country is implanted in my soul,
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| For I’ll always remember an' I’ll be glad,
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| That I’ve been, I’ve seen an' I’ve loved that;
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| For I’ll always remember an' I’ll be glad,
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| That I’ve been, I’ve seen an' I’ve loved that; |