Here is the way I remember it.


Bare legged Kate with your natural grace and your big sad eyes in your Irish face
poor bush girl when the summer is high in the bitter hills of Gundagi

Bare legged Kate why do you run, down to the creek in the setting sun?
Away where the eyes of the world can't see, but you cant run away from your poverty

Bare legged Kate why do you weep when the men go by with their travelling feet?
Does the sight of a drover make you sad when you think of the father you never had?

Its well do you know theres gold in the hills, but you know that the cyanide process kills; strangles the miners and cuts them down in their mean little homes in timber town.

And its well that you know, when the floods come down, its the poor by the river are the first to drown
When the wild Murrimbidgee goes roaring buy through the haunted hills of Gundagi

repeat chorus

I had to dig for that one =8^) Enjoy!

Gregor