Boss Drovers Pride

Sheila sat on an old Drovers trail

Waiting for her Dad to return

Her brown little toes digging up the dirt

In a flour bag dress her Mum had sown

And soon in the distance a man on his horse

She ran and she jumped into his arms

And they road back to camp for her dad had returned

By morning they'd pack up and go

It was a little dress from a flour bag

A boss drovers pride and a saddle bag

In her fathers lap next to her mothers love

Two colours strong, as strong as stars above

Sheila sat on a camel way up high

Following a haze of dusty ground

It was nearly time for dinner when she spotted brolga eggs

And she cried and carried on to let her down

But her dad said if you leave them, that brolga will return

And leave you something special while you sleep

So she wiped her eyes upon her dress and she left the eggs alone

And in the morning she had dried apricots to eat

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