Doth stretch before the eye
And show unto me all the beauty
Of a far and distant past.
Of gums so tall
And eucalypt
They tower o'er me
And sweet their fragrance to inhale
Their beauty for to see.
Oh yes, this precious land of mine
With all your beauty free
And listen to the sweet carol
Of birds in fancy free.
My country you are more to me
Than earth of fire or sky
For I shall love this land of ours
Until the day I die.
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