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Now I′ve been around Australia and I've travelled everywhere
But there′s one place I really like to go
Where the land is big and wide and tall dark ringers ride
On the plains of Pepmenady where the old Moyle River flows
Tough riders there of course in a truck or on a horse
And they'll really teach you things you didn't know
It′s excitement to the full if you′re out there chasing bulls
By the plains of Pepmenady where the old Moyle River flows
And the kangaroo still bounds on that rough and rugged ground
The anthills and the old pandanus grow
Yes and every day's a Sunday if you′re catching barramundi
By the plains of Pepmenady where the old Moyle River flows
Now the men out on the stockhands are the finest riders known
And they'll work for weeks without a break or spell
They′re the backbone of our beefsteaks and I've mentioned this before
And it′s a story that I'm always proud to tell
May the march of time never ever bring too many changes
To a way of life you people love and prize
May the years ahead be good ones and you never lose your customs
With old Pepmenady Hill looking down so old and wise
And the kangaroo still bounds on that rough and rugged ground
The anthills and the old pandanus grow
Yes and every day's a Sunday if you′re catching barramundi
By the plains of Pepmenady where the old Moyle River flows
Where the kangaroo still bounds on that rough and rugged ground
The anthills and the old pandanus grow
Yes and every day′s a Sunday if you're catching barramundi
By the plains of old Pepmenady where the old Moyle River flows
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