By The Hopkins

Near to the pacific it flows deep and wide
As it silently crawls through the green countryside
The old Hopkins River that is old as time
That has inspired to write of it the writers of story and rhyme
Where the flute of the magpie is pleasant to hear
And the pee wee does call every day of the year
On the banks of the river on the gum and wattle trees
The music of Nature's minstrels is carrying in the breeze
Where the Hopkins is slowed to a crawl by the Pacific tide
The coot, moorhen and black duck and musk duck reside
From Warrnambool C B D two or three miles or more
Dark and silent it flows on to the ocean shore
In fancy i can hear the dark pale eyed crow
Cawing in the gray dawn where the old Hopkins flow.