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ODE TO PROGRESS. The importance of the pastoral industry cannot be over-estimated; our national progress depends upon it.

Daily Paper. Little white lamb on the plains of peace, Twiddling a tail while the grass grows green, Here shall the drums of adventure cease, Here shall we learn what the great years mean. Ba-a-a-a! Little white lamb on the plains of peace, The wind is blowing, The grass is growing Advance, Australian woll-in-the-grease! Mother of nationhood, salt-bush fed, Little wonder your eyes are sad, Gazing away to the sunset red And fencing-posts and a camel-pad. Bah-ah-ah-ah! Mother of nationhood, salt-bush fed, Since our first horn blew Went a marching ewe, Breeding our hopes at our armys head. Sire of our dreams of the years to be, Proudly we honor your twisted horn. Yours is the ultimate victory; We for your triumph of wool were born. Broah-roah-roah-roah! Sire of our dreams of the years to be, Our destiny comes To a beating of drums Throbbing Mutton and mutton! from sea to sea.
Mary McCommonwealth (Pseudonym of David McKee Wright) N.S.W The Bulletin, 23rd December 1920

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