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This is a sort of a draft, something I want to work up as a set piece to perform when I ever get around to performing again:

And did those feet, in Ancient times
Walk up on Queensland’s mountains green?
And was the holy lamb of God
Ever in Queensland’s pastures seen?
And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon our granite hills,
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among the tropical sugar mills?

Bring my slab of Forex Gold
Bring me my eskies of desire
Hand me a beer, make sure it’s cold!
Bring me my Holden ute of fire.
I will not cease to sober up
Nor shall me tinny sleep in my hand
Till we have found Jerusalem
In Queensland’s warm and pleasant land.

No apologies to Blake, but perhaps a shout or two. Not Gold of course, not even Forex.