Prettiest Girl in the Kimberley

Where is the glory when war is won
 A man hits the bottle and belts his son
 So I ran away to the Cattle Run
 Where I learned to fight and swallow rum
 And I learned to go barefoot you see
 Just like an Aborigine
 For one of their tribe belonged to me
 The Prettiest Girl in the Kimberley
 Oooh . . .
 But I could not marry the girl I adore
 Black and white was against the law
 They chain you up to a Boab Tree
 For kissing an Aborigine
 But a ringer's heart is immune to pain
 A bull rips your leg and you carry on
 You clench your teeth and you cry alone
 And ride for a week till the poison's gone
 Oooh . . .
 But me and my dog we're not alone
 The Pension provides us with beef and a bone
 I've given up drifting and drinking rum
 We're up and about before the sun
 And I can still quarter a beast in a dash
 Have your freezer full of spare ribs in a flash
 And I still dream of the one for me
 The Prettiest Girl in the Kimberley
 Oooh . . .
 Yes I still dream of the one for me
 The Prettiest Girl in the Kimberley