And almond trees in bloom, and oleanders,
Or a wide purple sea,
Of plain-land gorgeous with a lovely poison,
The evil Darling pea.
"Colour" by Dorothea Mackellar
Chorus: It's ah! for, etc.
I take the Old Man Plain, criss-cross it all again,
Until my eyes the track no longer see;
My beer and brandy brain seeks balmy sleep in vain,
I feel as if I had the Darling Pea.
"Across the Western Plains I Must Wander" by Anonymous Oceania