Far south of old Duhallow and my first home by Millstreet Town
Many roadways of Victoria i have travelled up and down
I have seen and heard the white browed babblers sing on the small scrubland trees
And i've seen huge swarms of locusts flying in the Summer breeze
To the farmers the flying grasshopper like insects come at a huge financial cost
Due to them in their travels of destruction much of the year's grain and root crops lost
Despite costly schemes to eradicate them the swarms seem to multiply
When they have eaten bare one district to the next one they do fly
I have done a little travelling far south of Hibernia's Shore
Seen some of the big World out there though others of it have seen more
I have seen the gray fog shroud the high wood where the mountain ash grow tall
Where the currawongs are singing as the storm rains do fall
I have been to the brown outback where the paddocks are never green
Though much more of this great Southern Land many can claim to have seen
The home to kookaburra , wombat, koala and roo
Of echidna, rosella, lory, emu, dingo and cockatoo
In the bare fields of Duhallow the harsh winds of December blow
And Finnow to the Blackwater bank high in brown flood waters flow
As i watch the plagues of locusts swarming in the sunny southern sky
They have left the farmers poorer as to new pastures they do fly.
Many roadways of Victoria i have travelled up and down
I have seen and heard the white browed babblers sing on the small scrubland trees
And i've seen huge swarms of locusts flying in the Summer breeze
To the farmers the flying grasshopper like insects come at a huge financial cost
Due to them in their travels of destruction much of the year's grain and root crops lost
Despite costly schemes to eradicate them the swarms seem to multiply
When they have eaten bare one district to the next one they do fly
I have done a little travelling far south of Hibernia's Shore
Seen some of the big World out there though others of it have seen more
I have seen the gray fog shroud the high wood where the mountain ash grow tall
Where the currawongs are singing as the storm rains do fall
I have been to the brown outback where the paddocks are never green
Though much more of this great Southern Land many can claim to have seen
The home to kookaburra , wombat, koala and roo
Of echidna, rosella, lory, emu, dingo and cockatoo
In the bare fields of Duhallow the harsh winds of December blow
And Finnow to the Blackwater bank high in brown flood waters flow
As i watch the plagues of locusts swarming in the sunny southern sky
They have left the farmers poorer as to new pastures they do fly.
