The death of our heritage
by Ron Nicholas

Lets have a minutes silence
Lets lay a wreath or two
For our heritage has passed away
Made way for something new

For the man from snowy river
Shall never ride again
For our government has slaughtered him
With a bill that seems insane

No more the call of cattle
Shall echo in the hills
The grazing of the mountains
All has gone against our wills

For votes count more than produce
That’s the way our pollies think
Who gives a damm for our cattlemen
With the greenies we will link

So let the grass grow tall and thick
Lets have a fire or two
And noxious weeds aplenty
For we know just what to do

This must surely help the environment
With no gas from well fed steers
And no hoofs a crushing little plants
That brings us near to tears

Then our streams will run so sparkling clean
Apart from rabbit poo
And an odd dead dingo here and there
And some ghosts that we all knew

So now pollies please remember
The mountain cattlemen have friends
You’ll have time to walk those mountains
When your time at spring street ends