I love a sunburnt country
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
Remember us in the heat and haze
The ones who stand and guard
No medals we, no weapons too
Save hose and boldened heart.
Remember us when night doth fall
That we remain here still
And when the flames have left their mark
Return to home and hill.
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