While The Billy BoilsSearchO Melbourne Town’s a lady,And her eyes are like the starsShining white thro’ heaven’s bars,But I drift in dreams againTo the lights of Hobart Harbour,Laughing lights of Hobart Harbour,From the head of The Domain.
There are years o’ days between us,There’s a ghost for every hourThat the laggard leagues devour;But the heart o’ me grows fainFor the lights of Hobart Harbour,Lilting lights of Hobart Harbour,From the head of The Domain.
O’er the grim sea-walled horizonOld Ben Lomond watches yetO’er the graves of old regret,While I yearn in vain, in vainFor the lights of Hobart Harbour,Laughing lights of Hobart Harbour,From the head of The Domain.
Yes! Melbourne Town’s a lady,And the breath of her is wine;But for this old love o’ mineWakes the song of heart and brain —O the lights of Hobart Harbour!Lilting lights of Hobart Harbour,From the head of The Domain.