[Intro]
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[Verse]
C                                                           G
Down the Wave Hill track they're coming, twelve and fifteen hundred strong:
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And the lonely nights are gladdened by the watcher's lilting song.
F                                                           D
Dusty pads are wearing deeper, wearing deeper as they wind:
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For the Vesty's mobs are walking with the Bull's Heads close behind.
C                                                    G
Baldies, shorthorns, wild eyed pikers, mobs of ev'ry breed and brand:
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From the wilds of West Australia to the Barkley Tableland.
F                                   C
While the bullocks from the Gulf runs are walking with the rest:
        G                                                          C
And the battered, blackened quarts are boiling on the stock routes North and West!
 
 
[Interlude]
G      C
 
[Verse]
C                                                     G
Down the river now they're stringing, to the flats of Channel grass:
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And the brumbies wheel and whistle as the bullocks slowly pass.
F                                                                D
Swinging down the lonely stages, as the dust wrack swings aloft:
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From the rolling downs of Avon to the hills of Yelvercroft.
C                                              G
Mobs for sale and mobs to fatten, on the river flats inside:
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Oh, the good old days still linger, when the outback drovers ride.
F                              C
Slowly mobs are feeding campwards as the evening shadows fall,
        G                                                      C
And the battered, blackened quarts are boiling in the twilight overall.
 
 
[Interlude]
G    C
 
 
[Verse]
C                                                     G
By the plains and scrubs and rivers where the western stars burn bright:
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Oh, the friendly fires are glowing in the drovers' camps tonight.
F                                   C
While the bullocks from the Gulf runs are walking with the rest:
        G                                                          C
And the battered, blackened quarts are boiling on the stock routes North and West!
 
 
[Tag]
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  On the stock routes North and West!