air: "Home on the Range"

Wherever I roam, back in Woom'ra's my home,
'Mid the gibbers, the sand, and red clay;
Where friends are sincere, where there's lots of good cheer,
And the people are happy and gay.
CHORUS:

Home, home on the Range,
'Mid the gibbers, the sand, and red clay;
Where friends are sincere, where there's lots of good cheer,
And the people are happy and gay.

We know the place name from the Abos first came
And it means just a launcher, they say;
But now, I'll be blowed, each street and each road
Has been christened the natives' own way.
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All types here are found - cuckoo, dippy and sound,
With a sprinkling of brainies like you;
We don't care two hoots if they're boffins or coots,
For we know that to Woom'ra they're true.
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The Woomera dogs are first cousins to Wogs
What we mean you will readily guess;
All night long they yell, fight and squabble like hell,
As for morals - they couldn't care less.
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We shall never forget the kind friends we have met,
Who marched out in the process of change;
"Hello and Good Cheer to you all far and near!"
Is the greeting we send from the Range.
CHORUS:

And now let us close this our effort in prose,
Ere we find we have made a big blue;
A toast we will drink, tankards filled to the brink,
Here's good health to the whole darn crew!