Old Merri Flows Onwards

Through flat and green paddocks in waters of brown Old Merri flows onwards towards Warrnambool town In and out of Lake Pertobe it slowly winds it's way And on to the Pacific at Lady Bay The river that has inspired story and rhyme Was old very old even in the Dreamtime Through the age of the dinosaurs and centuries before It babbled it's way to the Pacific shore In the reeds by the river in the early Spring When the golden billed blackbird on the wattle tree sing The dark dusky moorhen she sits on her nest With her eight buff blotched eggs warm beneath her breast Where old Merri river slowly winds it's way On to Lake Pertobe en route to Lady Bay.