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He's movin' all his stock to that bare paddock
Fire's comin' through and it's comin' fast
With sixteen hundred sheep, two hundred cattle
When it comes to giving up he'd be the last

Now that old brigade came by with the bad news
A big burn's on its way and we need your help
So he kissed his wife goodbye and said I love you
And he left his stock to fend for themselves
Just how it goes

And he's still circlin'
Round and round upon this dusty land
And he'll keep the mob together while he's workin'
Always keen to lend a helping hand
And he's still circlin'

A wind shift turned the fire past his homestead
He was faced with putting down his injured stock
Across the smokey flat, all lame and breathless
His collie circled round the frightened mob
He's doing his job

Through drought and flood and fire
Through hardship and good time
I'll raise my glass to every man and dog
If you look you'll always find

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