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Our skies are all cloudless and bright, Sir,
And sweet is our lovely moonlight, Sir,
Oh this is the clime of delight, Sir,
So Western Australia for me.
No lions nor tigers we here dread to meet,
Our innocent quadrupeds hop on two feet;
No rent, tithes, nor taxes, we here have to pay.
And our "geese are all swans," as some witty folks say.
Then we live without trouble or stealth, Sirs,
Our currency's all Sterling wealth, Sirs,
So here's to our Governor's health, Sirs,
And the Western Australia for me.
