Breaker Morant Lyrics - Van Diemen's Land - Russell Morris

V1: Out in the west of the Transberry Pines, 

Self serving in the British Empire 

An aussie boy and his so far from home, 

Breaker Morant, man of stone 

He was a poet and a lover they say, The only man to ever write dog ins grave 

A volunteer to go fight the boys, or wind up answering to crimes of war 

(chorus) Won't fly, under the African sun, won't fly, when dirty deeds are done 

V3: Orders came down from Kirchner himself, To take no prisoners and offer no help 

Nothing riding to protect those above, Shit runs down-hill, and it gets no lower 

(chorus) Won't fly, under the African sun, won't fly, when dirty deeds are done