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There's a wind that blows out of the South in the drought	A
And we pray for the touch of his breath	B
When siroccos come forth from the North West and North	C
Or in dead calms of fever and death	B
With eyes glad and dim we should sing him a hymn	D
For depression and death are his foes	E
And he gives us new life for the bread winning strife	F
When the glorious Old Southerly blows	E
Old Southerly Buster your forces you muster	G
Where seldom a wind bloweth twice	H
And your white caps have hint of the snow caps and glint of	I
The far away barriers of ice	H
No wind the wide sea on can sing such a poean	D
Or do the great work that you do	J
Our own wind and only from seas wild and lonely	K
Old Southerly Buster To you	J
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Oh the city is baked and its thirst is unslaked	J
Though it swallows iced drinks by the score	L
And the blurred sky is low and the air seems aglow	M
As if breezes would cool it no more	L
We are watching all hands where the Post Office stands	N
We are watching out hopefully too	J
For a red light shall glower from the Post Office tower	G
When the Southerly Buster is due	J
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The yachts run away at the end of the day	J
From the breakers commencing to comb	O
For a few he may swamp in the health giving romp	P
With the friendly Old Southerly home	O
But he never drowns one for the drowning is done	D
By the fools or the reckless in sport	J
And the alleys and slums shall be cooled when he comes	Q
With the weary wind jammers to port	J
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Oh softly he plays through the city s hot ways	R
To the beds where they re calling Come quick	S
He is gentle and mild round the feverish child	J
And he cools the hot brow of the sick	S
Clearing drought hazy skies up the North Coast he hies	R
Till the mouths of our rivers are fair	T
And along the sea too he has good work to do	J
For he takes the old timber tubs there	T
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Tis a glorious mission Old Sydney s Physician	D
Broom Bucket and Cloth of the East	J
Tis a breeze and a sprayer that answers our prayer	T
And it s free to the greatest and least	J
The red lamp s a warning to drought and its scorning	S
A sign to the city at large	U
Hence Headache and Worry Despondency hurry	K
Old Southerly Buster s in charge	U
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Old Southerly Buster your forces you muster	G
Where seldom a wind bloweth twice	R
And your white caps have hint of the snow caps and glint of	I
The far away barriers of ice	R
No wind the wide sea on can sing such a poean	D
Or do the great work that you do	J
Our own wind and only from seas wild and lonely	K
Old Southerly Buster To you	J

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