The Pride Of The Moyne

Her wavy shoulder length hair dark as the wing of a crow
She is from the place where the Moyne waters flow
On to Port Fairy to the Pacific shore
The old river will flow on forever more
In the prime of her life she is only twenty three
Single without a partner she does seem carefree
So beautiful and graceful and slender and tall
Her eyes are as brown as the ripe chestnuts of the Fall
Unconceited and happy and quite free of guile
She greets everyone with a beautiful smile

For her natural beauty she is widely known
The Pride of the Moyne in a class of her own
She does not wear makeup or use tints or dyes in her hair
In all of the Moyne shire than her none so fair
In the Moyne Shire young beautiful women not rare
But with her the best of them cannot compare
In the prime of her life she blooms like a rose
And beauty is with her to wherever she goes.