Her wavy shoulder length hair is as dark as a crow
The one from the place where the Moyne waters flow
Her eyes are as blue as the ripe Autumn sloe
And beauty goes with her to wherever she go
In her early twenties the lovely Moyne Rose
She does not wear makeup or buy expensive clothes
A natural beauty she is without guile
A charming young woman with a beautiful smile
So humble in her ways and free of conceit
And as nice a person as one could wish to meet
Yet in Port Fairy perhaps she will not stay
As she yearns for adventure in lands far away
Her loss to the Moyne Shire to another place would be a gain
So lets hope in Port Fairy that she does remain.
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