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WHEN you see a man come walking down through George Street loose and / free, / Suit of saddle tweed and soft shirt, and a belt and cabbagetree, / With the careless swing and carriage, and the confidence you lack -- / There is freedom in Australia! he's a man that's clinging back. / Clingin' back, / Holdin' back, / To the old things and the bold things clinging back.
When you see a woman riding as I saw one ride to-day / Down the street to Milson's Ferry on a big, upstanding bay, / With her body gently swaying to the horse-shoes' click-a-clack, / You might lift your hat (with caution) -- she's a girl who's clinging back. / Clinging back, / Swinging back. / To the old things and the bold things clinging back.