I'm a plain Australian bushman and I've drifted far and wide
I'm a jack-of-all-trades in the bush and I say that with pride
I'm only one of many who are batt'ling in the scrub
Always Workin' for an honest Quid, to bust in some old pub
We are ringers, fencers, shearers, we are drovers on the track
We are miners and road builders op'ning up the great outback
Hard workers and hard drinkers and we give but never lend
And we wander 'cos we know our goal lies 'round the distant bend
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Our wives are mostly stickers so they sacrifice and save
In lonely isolation, understanding, true and brave
They rouse and scold and nurse us when we're getting offer spree
And I wonder why such women stick to blokes like you and me
We are pressors cooks and rouseys thru and brumby shooters too
Horse breakers and truck drivers, taking pride in all we do
Hard drinkers and hard fighters and we give but never lend
And we wander 'cos we know our goal lies 'round the distant bend
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We take pride in our possessions which are mostly old and few
And we plan while we are workin' how we'll start our life anew
But plans and cheques are slaughtered when we hit the nearest pub
Then it's back out bush to work and plan and rough it in the scrub
We are ringers, fencers, shearers, we are drovers on the track
We are miners and road builders op'ning up the great outback
Hard workers and hard drinkers and we give but never lend
And we wander 'cos we know our goal lies 'round the distant bend