Australia is my country,
I roam her every day.
I see a shack out yonder,
A relic of early days.
The hills and the valleys,
The mountains and the plains;
I see the cows and horses,
Dingoes, emu and wallaby.
I see a farmer in his field,
Looking for a cob of corn,
To take to his Missus.
Nearby children swim.
...Ella Bailey...
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