THE DROVER’S BALLAD
From a sunburnt plains of distant off north Australia
Came a fella innate to float a far-reaching brownish-red land
Oh he grew up using wild
But shortly by all was styled
Came a fella innate to float a far-reaching brownish-red land
Oh he grew up using wild
But shortly by all was styled
As a country’s biggest ever droving man
Oh his fable rode a winds from Broome to Darwin
They desired as well as loathed him right from finish to end
When a drover gave his heart
To a lady whose skin was dark
From which day upon he was no white-man’s friend
They desired as well as loathed him right from finish to end
When a drover gave his heart
To a lady whose skin was dark
From which day upon he was no white-man’s friend
So goes The Drover’s story, you’ll listen to it nearby as well as far
And in a finish it’s all he’ll ever own.
It says a wandering is a giveaway man
If he sleeps underneath a stars
Makes a sweeping of a southern skies his home
And in a finish it’s all he’ll ever own.
It says a wandering is a giveaway man
If he sleeps underneath a stars
Makes a sweeping of a southern skies his home
Then they called him up to quarrel for Mother England
In a distant off fight which spilled his brother’s blood
Inside a jaw’s of hell
Where both his brother’s fell
He only watched his conviction in male die in a mud
In a distant off fight which spilled his brother’s blood
Inside a jaw’s of hell
Where both his brother’s fell
He only watched his conviction in male die in a mud
There was no hero’s acquire for The Drover
Just a nation which had incited a behind upon him
When he came home from a war
His ill wife, they would not cure
They let her die, for a colour of his skin
Just a nation which had incited a behind upon him
When he came home from a war
His ill wife, they would not cure
They let her die, for a colour of his skin
So goes The Drover’s story, you’ll listen to it nearby as well as far
And in a finish it’s all he’ll ever own.
It says a wandering is a giveaway man
If he sleeps underneath a stars
Makes a sweeping of a southern skies his home
And in a finish it’s all he’ll ever own.
It says a wandering is a giveaway man
If he sleeps underneath a stars
Makes a sweeping of a southern skies his home
The Drover is a male of consistent shadows
Haunted by his pain, his past as well as name
For each mile he rides
What he cannot hide,
Is a yearning in his heart to adore again
Haunted by his pain, his past as well as name
For each mile he rides
What he cannot hide,
Is a yearning in his heart to adore again
So goes The Drover’s story, you’ll listen to it nearby as well as far
And in a finish it’s all he’ll ever own.
It says a wandering is a giveaway man
If he sleeps underneath a stars
Makes a sweeping of a southern skies his home
Makes a sweeping of a southern skies his home
His home.
And in a finish it’s all he’ll ever own.
It says a wandering is a giveaway man
If he sleeps underneath a stars
Makes a sweeping of a southern skies his home
Makes a sweeping of a southern skies his home
His home.
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