Tasmania
Tasmania is an island fair
Clothed in beauty everywhere
From the vast mountain tops
Where the kangaroo hops
To the valleys below
Where grain, fruit and vegetables grow.
It’s a haven of rest
That the Lord has blessed
The cattle graze in fields of green
With crystal-clear water in almost every stream.
The sheep in pastures contentedly feed
Supplying many with the food and clothing they need.
It has immense water resources where hydro power
Is harnessed to the centre of the islands you see
To keep all the industries going hour by hour
And everybody can have electricity
It has lovely beaches and picnic resorts
All over the island it’s noted for sports.
It grows its own hops and brews its own beer
Minerals of every kind are found here
It’s a comfortable land with a steady pace
Let’s hope it will never be a mad rat race
Like the cities in other states you know
Where it’s all hustle, bustle and show.
Even the poorest land produces orchards in style
That is why it is known as “The Apple Isle”.
It is packed with beauty from shore to shore
Even though it has industries and factories galore.
May we always contented be
In this lovely land surrounded by sea.
It’s the smallest state
But it’s really great, “mate”.
© Dorothy Louisa Singleton 1963
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