Dont sell Australia out!!

                                                                     When the shearing sheds are silent and the stock camps fallen quiet

                                                                    When the Gidgee coals no longer glow across the outback night

                                                                    And the bush is forced to hang a sign, '. gone broke and won't be back'

                                                                     And spirits fear to find a way beyond the beaten track

                                                                    When harvesters stand derelict upon the wind swept plains

                                                                    And brave hearts pin their hopes no more on chance of loving rains

                                                                    When a hundred outback settlements are ghost towns overnight

                                                                    When we've lost the drive and heart we had to once more see us right

                                                                    When 'Pioneer' means a stereo and 'Digger' some backhoe

                                                                    And the 'Outback' is behind the house. there's nowhere else to go

                                                                    And 'Anzac' is a biscuit brand and probably foreign owned

                                                                    And education really means brainwashed and neatly cloned

                                                                    When you have to bake a loaf of bread to make a decent crust

                                                                    And our heritage once enshrined in gold is crumbling to dust

                                                                    And old folk pay their camping fees on land for which they fought

                                                                    And fishing is a great escape; this is until you're caught

                                                                    When you see our kids with Yankee caps and resentment in their eyes

                                                                    And the soaring crime and hopeless hearts is no longer a surprise

                                                                    When the name of RM Williams is a yuppie clothing brand

                                                                    Not a product of our heritage that grew off the land

                                                                    When offering a hand makes people think you'll amputate

                                                                    And two dogs meeting in the street is what you call a 'Mate'

                                                                    When 'Political Correctness' has replaced all common sense

                                                                    When you're forced to see it their way, there's no sitting on the fence

                                                                    Yes one day you might find yourself an outcast in this land

                                                                    Perhaps your heart will tell you then, '. I should have made a stand'

                                                                    Just go and ask the farmers that should remove all doubt

                                                                    Then join the swelling ranks who say

                                                        DON'T SELL AUSTRALIA OUT!!!

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