There's some that'll cling to the country and some that'll turn to towns;
But I know what I'll do, and I'll do it right or wrong,
I'll just get back to the Blue Mountains, for that's where I belong.
Athol's a bonny country and Sussex is good to see,
But it's long since I left Blighty and I'm not what I used to be;
And May in Devon's a marvel and June on Tummel's fine,
And that may be most folk's fancy, but it somehow isn't mine;
For I know what I like, and the Land of Heart's Delight
For me is just on the Blue Mountains, for that's where I feel right.
So I'll pack my box and bedding in the old South Indian mail