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There's a sunny Southern land, / And it's there that I would be / Where the big hills stand, / In the South Countrie! / When the wattles bloom again, / Then it's time for us to go / To the old Monaro country / At the melting of the snow.
To the East or to the West, / Or wherever you may be, / You will find no place / Like the South Countrie. / For the skies are blue above, / And the grass is green below, / In the old Monaro country / At the melting of the snow.
Now the team is in the plough, / And the thrushes start to sing, / And the pigeons on the bough / Sit a-welcoming the Spring. / So come my comrades all, / Let us saddle up and go / To the old Monaro country / At the melting of the snow.