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Robert Harrison
Guest
The sunburned bloke
The sun beat down on the far reaching plain,
It had been four years since it felt any rain.
The sunburned bloke who was tall and thin
Stood rolling a smoke from his rusty old tin,
Took it all in his stride.
His mate sat next to his Blunstone boot,
A Queensland Blue by the name of Beaut.
A faithful mate from way away back,
Who had seen it all in the great outback
Took it all in her stride.
The sunburned bloke was a ringer true
Who could out work the likes of me and you.
A cattle drover, fencer, and shearer of old
Who could out shear the best or so I am told,
And take it all in his stride.
He with his swag had traveled the land,
Along bitumen, creek bed and the hot sand.
His Queensland Blue, you remember, Beaut,
Would rather have traveled in the back of a ute,
But she took it all in her stride.
With smoke well lit he made for the station,
A sundowner going to work for his ration.
On a fifty thousand acre cattle spread
Mending the fences to earn his bread,
And take it all in his stride.
Driving the boundry for maybe three months,
Mending the fences and putting in stumps.
Shooting the rabbits and maybe the odd Roo
Along side his mate his Queensland Blue,
Both taking it all in their stride.
The sun beat down on the far reaching plain,
It had been four years since it felt any rain.
The sunburned bloke who was tall and thin
Stood rolling a smoke from his rusty old tin,
Took it all in his stride.
His mate sat next to his Blunstone boot,
A Queensland Blue by the name of Beaut.
A faithful mate from way away back,
Who had seen it all in the great outback
Took it all in her stride.
The sunburned bloke was a ringer true
Who could out work the likes of me and you.
A cattle drover, fencer, and shearer of old
Who could out shear the best or so I am told,
And take it all in his stride.
He with his swag had traveled the land,
Along bitumen, creek bed and the hot sand.
His Queensland Blue, you remember, Beaut,
Would rather have traveled in the back of a ute,
But she took it all in her stride.
With smoke well lit he made for the station,
A sundowner going to work for his ration.
On a fifty thousand acre cattle spread
Mending the fences to earn his bread,
And take it all in his stride.
Driving the boundry for maybe three months,
Mending the fences and putting in stumps.
Shooting the rabbits and maybe the odd Roo
Along side his mate his Queensland Blue,
Both taking it all in their stride.