Now I've been around Australia
And I've travelled everywhere
But there's one place I really like to go
Where the land is big and wide
And tall dark ringers ride
On the plains of Peppimenarti
Where the old Moyle River flows
Tough riders there of course
In a truck or on a horse
And they'll really teach you things you didn't know
It's excitement to the full
If you're out there chasing bulls
By the plains of Peppimenarti
Where the old Moyle River flows
And the Kangaroo still bounds
On that rough and rugged ground
The ant hills and the old pandanas grow
Yes and everyday's a Sunday
If you're catching Barramundi
By the plains of Peppimenarti
Where the old Moyle River flows
Yodel Yodel
Now the men out on the stock camps
Are the finest riders known
And they'll work four weeks without a break or spell
They're the back bone of our beef steaks
And I've mentioned this before
And it's a story that I'm
Always proud to tell
May the march of time never
Ever bring to many changes
To a way of life you people love and prize
May the years ahead be good ones
And you never lose your customs
With old Peppimenarti Hill
Looking down so old and wise
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