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And through Vincent's fingers poured a handful of sand.
And he came with lawyers and he came with great ceremony
Vince said: "If we fall, others are rising"
Back at the homestead and then in the town.
Now it doesn't sound like much but it sure got tongues talking
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Eight years went by, eight long years of waiting - 'till one day a tall stranger appeared in the land
And he told his people: "Let the stars keep on turning - we have friends in the south, cities and towns
Then Vincent Lingiarri returned in an aeroplane- back to his country once more to sit down
Let us sort it out, your people are hungry" Vincent said: "No thanks, we know how to wait"
And Vincent sat down with big politicians - "This affair" they told him, "Is a matter of state,
And daily he went 'round softly speaking his story - to all kinds of men from all walks of life
Then Vincent Lingiarri boarded an aeroplane - landed in Sydney, big city of lights
Vestey man roared and Vestey man thundered - "You don't stand the chance of a cinder in snow"
Vincent said: "Uh huh, we're not talking about wages - we're sitting right here 'till we get our land"
Vestey man said: "I'll double your wages - seven quid a week you'll have in your hand"
They picked up their swags and started off walking - at Wattie Creek they sat themselves dowm
Daily the pressure got tighter and tighter - Gurinji decided they must make a stand
Gurinji were working for nothing but rations - where once they had gathered the wealth of the land
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