Near Where The Waters Of The Hopkins

The silver bill magpie pipes on a gum tree
Where old Hopkins River crawls down to the sea
Near the end of it's journey from it's source far away
It ever creeps onwards by night and by day
The familiar and distinctive call of the pied pee wee
In the still morning air is sweet music to me
In the paddocks of Warrnambool Spring has spread her green
And Nature's wildflowers plentiful to be seen
'Tis early September the morning is calm and cool
Two miles from the C B D of  Warrnambool
The song of the blackbird melodious and clear
He sings at his best at this time of the year
Where  the waters of the Hopkins crawls on silently
Near the end of it's journey at the Pacific sea.