Intro 
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You may talk of the ringer from Queensland, 
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The big shearing gun from the west, 

They are men who have proven their value, 
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Whenever they're put to the test, 
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But if you ever looked to the mountains, 
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And the south where it snows and it rains, 
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Have you thought of the men from the Snowy, 
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And the cattlemen from the high plains. 

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From the high plains away above Dargo 
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In the alps where the snow daisy grows. 
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Where the wild mountain herds are grazin' 
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Beneath the shadow of mountains of snow, 
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Where the cattlemen search every cranny, 
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When they muster at each summer's end, 
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In their rain batter hats and their oil skins, 
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From the high plains, come real cattlemen, 


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They're a part of Australia's history, 
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Their heritage all be the same, 
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If nobody cares what is happening, 
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To the cattlemen from the high plains. 

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After one fifty years they can take it, 
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All the hardship the mountains can give, 

They hand onto each generation, 
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Their caring, their live and let live, 
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All the steep mountain tracks and the gullies, 
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Which one knows like the palm of his hand, 
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There's no room here for too many new chums 
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In the mountain cattleman's land. 

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So I guess that you'll never believe me, 
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When you hear what they're plannin' to do, 
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Down in town, mate they're writin' the law now, 
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That the man from the high plains must go, 
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Take his herds from the mountains and ridges, 
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Leave the land where his forefathers reigned, 
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With the sweep of the pen they want to write out, 
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The cattlemen from the high plains, 


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They're a part of Australia's history, 
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Their heritage all be the same, 
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If nobody cares what is happening, 
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To the cattlemen from the high plains. 

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Just a bit more freedom goes with them, 

The cattlemen from the high... 

(Outro) 
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...plains.