A little girl sat on the topmost step
Lookin’ out at her father’s sheep,
And from a gum tree tall; she heard a magpie call
And the sound of a little lamb’s bleat.

Yes, this is young Australia
And she will take her mother’s place
She has love and pride in her big blue eyes
And a smile on her sunburnt face.

The wattle bough bloomed on the hillside,
Clear in the morning sun.
The sounds from the kitchen told her
That her mother’s work day had begun.

The sheep dogs were waiting breakfast
Pulling and tugging on their chains,
For they yearn to be out in the sunshine
Herding the sheep out on the range.

Some kangaroos hopped along the fence,
Heading for the tank
The ol’ man roo watched the homestead
While the others slowly drank.

Then they would bound off to the hilltop
To sleep the whole day through,
For this is the way of the Australian,
The old man kangaroo.

The galahs were having breakfast
Down there on a pitch of wheat,
Their feathers shone bright in the sunshine
As they circled in o’er the sheep.

This was a wonderful season
With things coming good at last.
Her mother remembers the hardships
And the struggles in the past.

They could’ve had more ‘an mutton to eat
And lived like everyone should,
But the past has taught one lesson,
You must take the bad with the good.

They have pulled their load together
Through flood, fire, and drought,
And now to teach their young daughter
What living is all about.

For one day she’ll be the proud owner
Of this; a hard earned place,
And hope she’ll rule it wisely,
This little girl with the sunburnt face.