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A Bullocky’s Girl

Words and Music by Ben Scott (c) 2014

Started on a Saturday, on the rolling plain
Little Albert nestled beside me, on the rolling plain
All our possession wrapped in chests and bags
Every plate wrapped in every rag
No home in the world but this wooden ship of the sand

It's dry on the plain and the pick is light, on the rolling plain
And people we meet are talking of drought, on the rolling plain
And Albert's cross with his old complaint
But he's a good little fellow through the long hot days
He sleeps by my side to the rocking of the dray

Singing to the blue sky, on the rolling plain
Singing songs to stay awake, on the rolling plain
Sing to little Albert, on the rolling plain

The bullocks aren't happy when their bellies aren't full, on the rolling plain
And Tom's up all night just keeping them still, on the rolling plain
I took my turn to give him a spell
Standing on the plain, a bullocky's girl
The sky lit above me like the finest jewel

Singing to the blue sky, on the rolling plain
Singing songs to stay awake, on the rolling plain
Sing to little Albert, on the rolling plain

Storm clouds gather and away they roll
Three weeks gone and the ranges loom tall

Singing to the mountains, on the rolling plain
Singing songs to stay awake, on the rolling plain
Sing to little Albert, on the rolling plain
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