| It’s a hard, hard country, it’s a hard, hard land,
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| And to live in it you’ve got to be a hard, hard man,
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| It’s the vast inland regions of Australia,
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| Where nature alone rules the way,
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| She’s the boss of the land and it’s seasons,
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| And her rules we have learned to obey.
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| There are only two seasons way out here,
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| It’s the heat or the cold to extreme,
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| In the winter the icy winds chill you,
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| Or the cruel summer sun fiercely beams
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| For it’s a hard, hard country, it’s a hard, hard land,
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| And to live in it you’ve got to be a hard, hard man.
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| It’s a hard, hard country, it’s a hard, hard land,
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| And to live in it you’ve got to be a hard, hard man,
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| When it rains there are oceans of water,
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| Spread for miles where the channel land lies,
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| Then the drought slowly kills ever onward,
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| Where there’s heat waves and dust and the flies.
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| There are men far way out in the stock camps,
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| Over a hundred miles from town,
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| They’ve seen that great isolation,
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| That’s the place where the strong men are found,
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| For it’s a hard, hard country, it’s a hard, hard land,
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| And to live in it you’ve got to be a hard, hard man.
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