Boss Drovers Pride (Storer Sara)

Sheila sat on an old Drovers trail Waiting for her Dad to return Her brown little toes digging up the dirt In a flour bag dress her Mum had sown And soon in the distance a man on his horse She ran and she jumped into his arms And they road back to camp for her dad had returned By morning they'd pack up and go It was a little dress from a flour bag A boss drovers pride and a saddle bag In her fathers lap next to her mothers love Two colours strong, as strong as stars above Sheila sat on a camel way up high Following a haze of dusty ground It was nearly time for dinner when she spotted brolga eggs And she cried and carried on to let her down But her dad said if you leave them, that brolga will return And leave you something special while you sleep So she wiped her eyes upon her dress and she left the eggs alone And in the morning she had dried apricots to eat It was a little dress from a flour bag A boss drovers pride and a saddle bag In her fathers lap next to her mothers love Two colours strong, as strong as stars above