There's a sunny Southern land, <br />And it's there that I would be <br />Where the big hills stand, <br />In the South Countrie! <br />When the wattles bloom again, <br />Then it's time for us to go <br />To the old Monaro country <br />At the melting of the snow. <br />To the East or to the West, <br />Or wherever you may be, <br />You will find no place <br />Like the South Countrie. <br />For the skies are blue above, <br />And the grass is green below, <br />In the old Monaro country <br />At the melting of the snow. <br /> <br />Now the team is in the plough, <br />And the thrushes start to sing, <br />And the pigeons on the bough <br />Sit a-welcoming the Spring. <br />So come, my comrades all, <br />Let us saddle up and go <br />To the old Monaro country <br />At the melting of the snow.<br /><br />Andrew Barton Paterson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-melting-of-the-snow/
