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THE GLANDORE HUTS
There's crutching of roos news of the ewes
The sheep are all purple round Glandore
For a speck of good cheer icey cold beer
Come on down to Glandore
Leave home the wife for the time of ya life
The fire is burning at Glandore
The Glandore huts there are no sluts
Git on over ter Glandore
Freezers on hand shouts on Roweman
It's a damn good brew at Glandore
Martin drinks there a glassy eyed stare
Come and meet Jimmy at Glandore
Snags in the pot whether ya like em or not
There's never a raw crowd at Glandore
Gazza stayed sober diet coke and soda
Drying out by the fire at Glandore
For Sinclair and Co. Goodoogas the go
People eat lucern at Glandore
Ice bucket and tongs where yer from
The crowds a regular at Glandore
So yer sit and yer sing Martin drinks everything
No letterbox is safe round Glandore
A triple header waits there for Co. and Sinclair
The hats are a turning at Glandore
The wives are crying the shit is flying
The night's a pup at Glandore
It's a darn warm flight for Johnny White
And a long trip home at 4.30 at night
On the recovery road from Glandore
Now the huts are cold the morning bright
The men in the blankets fight off the light
There's some very sick boys from Glandore. | 
