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Against the light of a dawning white	A
My Skyline Riders stand	B
There is trouble ahead for a dark year dead	C
And the selfish wrongs of a land	B
There are hurrying feet of fools to repeat	D
The follies of Nineteen Eight	E
But darkly still on each distant hill	F
My riders watch and wait	E
My Skyline Riders are down and gone	G
As far as the eye can see	H
And the horses stand in the shades of dawn	G
Where a single man holds three	H
We feel the flush and we feel the thrill	F
Of the coming of Nineteen Nine	I
For my Skyline Riders are over the hill	F
And into the firing line	I
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The skyline lifts while a storm cloud lowers	J
What s that A shot All s well	K
There is news out there for this land of ours	J
That the tattling rifles tell	K
A thud and a thud and a flash like blood	L
There is light on the land at last	M
Australian guns on the nearer hills	N
Are talking about the past	M
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O a lonely place in the days gone by	O
Was the long first firing line	I
Where we fought as strangers you and I	O
For the land that was yours and mine	I
There was time to dream in the firing line	I
There was time to starve and die	O
When the only things in that world of mine	I
Were my Native Land and I	O
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O a lonely place was the firing line	I
When the gaps were wide between	P
Hundreds of miles in this land of mine	I
And never a soldier seen	P
The dying must die and the dead were left	Q
Unmarked by the deadly tired	R
When struck to the heart in a firing line	I
Where never a shot was fired	R
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O a lonely place was the firing line	I
In the days of the dearth of men	S
But hundreds and hundreds of soldiers sons	T
Have flocked to the line since then	S
We left it weak in the hour of pride	U
When our rule seemed firmly set	V
But danger threatened the firing line	I
And there s deadly danger yet	V
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Proud of virtue and proud of sin	W
Or proud neath a cruel wrong	X
Proud in failure or proud to win	W
Oh the pride of man is strong	X
Proud of gold or of being without	Y
Or proud of women and wine	I
But get you down from your horse of pride	U
And into the firing line	I
	-
Pride in poverty all the same	Z
There s work for all men to do	A2
With wrong to fight there is deathless fame	Z
To win in a land so new	A2
Preacher and drunkard and sportsman and bard	B2
In the dawning of Nineteen Nine	I
Saints and sinners ride hard ride hard	B2
They are pressed in the Firing Line	I

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