Where the Murrumbidgee flows, and the golden wattles grows,
There lives the sweetest girl I know.
She has eyes of Asia blue and a heart so fond and true.
my little Murrumbidgee rose.
She is my own sweet Murrumbidgee rose.
She is as fair as any rose that grows
at night I’m dreaming of rose dear
each day my love stronger grows dear.
and as the breeze sighs through the blue gumtrees
and below the river calmly flows
When we're canoeing on the river I’ll be wooing,
My little Murrumbidgee rose.
I'm gonna wander to a place way down yonder.
Called Wodonga, hometown of mine.
Though there are no palm trees swaying,
no ukeleles playing but to me it is divine.
Nowhere could be greater, south of the equator.
Though I’ve heard the Croajingolong is fine
You can keep your Yarrawonga if you let me linger longer
In Wodonga, hometown of mine.
Where’s that old cobber of mine kind of rough still he was fine.
He was not much for looks not a great hand with books
but he smiled and he styled, they were grand.
Miss that old cobber I do, there’ll be no other so true
Through thick and through thin, he was there with a grin
That old cobber of mine.
I'm mighty lonesome for Sydney tonight, Missing her more every day.
I could picture the moon's silver light, and it shines high over the bay.
I’d like to be at circular quay watching the ferries depart
and the sun mirror on the sea, what a cure a lonely heart.
I miss the happy crows, the traffic's roar, the places I hold so dear.
I miss the surf that breaks on Manly shore, but they’re far away but I’m lonely here.
if only wishing could make it come true my heart would be filled delight
But just at the moment I’m blue and mighty lonesome for Sydney tonight
Just at the moment I'm blue, and mighty lonesome for Sydney tonight.