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We have sung the song of the droving days	A
Of the march of the travelling sheep	B
How by silent stages and lonely ways	A
Thin white battalions creep	B
But the man who now by the land would thrive	C
Must his spurs to a ploughshare beat	D
And the bush bard changing his tune may strive	C
To sing the song if the Wheat	D
	-
It's west by south of the Great Divide	E
The grim grey plains run out	F
Where the old flock masters lived and died	E
In a ceaseless fight with drought	F
Weary with waiting and hope deferred	G
They were ready to own defeat	D
Till at last they heard the master word	G
And the master word was Wheat	D
	-
Yarran and Myall and Box and Pine	H
'Twas axe and fire for all	I
They scarce could tarry to blaze the line	H
Or wait for the trees to fall	I
Ere the team was yoked and the gates flung wide	E
And the dust of the horses' feet	D
Rose up like a pillar of smoke to guide	E
The wonderful march of Wheat	D
	-
Furrow by furrow and fold by fold	J
The soil is turned on the plain	K
Better than silver and better than gold	J
Is the surface mine of the grain	K
Better than cattle and better than sheep	B
In the fight with drought and heat	D
For a streak of stubbornness wide and deep	B
Lies hid in a grain of Wheat	D
	-
When the stock is swept by the hand of fate	L
Deep down on his bed of clay	M
The brave brown Wheat will die and wait	L
For the resurrection day	M
Lie hid while the whole world thinks him dead	N
But the Spring rain soft and sweet	D
Will over the steaming paddocks spread	N
The first green flush of the Wheat	D
	-
Green and amber and gold it grows	O
When the sun sinks late in the West	P
And the breeze sweeps over the rippling rows	O
Where the quail and the skylark nest	P
Mountain or river or shining star	Q
There's never a sight can beat	D
Away to the sky line stretching far	Q
A sea of the ripening Wheat	D
	-
When the burning harvest sun sinks low	R
And shadows stretch on the plain	K
The roaring strippers come and go	R
Like ships on a sea of grain	K
Till the lurching groaning waggons bear	S
Their tale of the load complete	D
Of the world's great work he has done his share	S
Who has garnered a crop of wheat	D
	-
Princes Potentates Kings and Czars	T
They travel in regal state	L
But old King Wheat has a thousand cars	T
For his trip to the water gate	L
And his thousand steamships breast the tide	E
And plough through the wind and sleet	D
To the lands where the teeming millions bide	E
That say Thank God for the Wheat	D

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