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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 |
