Out in the bar of Old Blue Heeler Pictures look back in timeBack to the sun and her face to the windPlanes roll away every timeLooking back, she was a shackOn the edge of a northern dirt roadDrovers and mobs and road trains and dogsPart of a trade that she's knownA hundred years on the Diamond TrinaThe death of time for the Old Blue HeelerShe stood proud while folk just come and goA hundred years and every boyHe sees a memory he can't restoreIf she can talk, if she can recallHow they lived, loved and diedA hundred years gone byBig by the sun, blistered by heatWashed by the wet in its timeShe's known every man who's hardened his handsTo making this country his homeMost people know that it's just a stone's throwTo where Patterson wrote down his linesBut as his belly boiled, his throat's been oiledPushed folk down through the timesA hundred years on the Diamond TrinaThe death of time for the Old Blue HeelerShe stood proud while folk just come and goA hundred years and every boyHe sees a memory he can't restoreIf she can talk, if she can recallHow they lived, loved and diedA hundred years gone byRainfall, land of greenIt's the prettiest sight you've ever seenFlip of the coin and dust of boneHumbug of bars and songCarry onSo carry onA hundred years on the Diamond TrinaThe death of time for the Old Blue HeelerShe stood proud while folk just come and goA hundred years and every boyHe sees a memory he can't restoreIf she can talk, if she can recallHow they lived, loved and diedA hundred years gone byA hundred years gone byA hundred years gone byA hundred years gone by