Dorothy McKellar must be turning in her grave
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of drought and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me!
Dorothy McKellar must be turning in her grave I love a sunburnt...
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