At peep o' dawn, when the world is still, 
Hear the magpies calling ! 
We leave our hut upon the hill, 
Hear the magpies calling !
 
The soil's unbroken by the plough 
From gully deeps to ranges' brow ; 
Primeval peace enfolds us now, 
Hear the magpies calling ! 

We wander, in the morning's hush, 
Hear the magpies calling ! 
Thro' flowery tracks and golden bush, 
Hear the magpies calling ! 

The yellow box is blossoming, 
Round the blossoms greedy parrots cling, 
And reiving bees are on the wing, 
Hear the magpies catting! 

Yon dip, like a reed, in the Cherry Pool, 
Hear the magpies calling ! 
Your body is bronzed and beautiful, 
Hear the magpies calling ! 

The wind breathes manna-dew and honey, 
And rich we are without mint o' money 
With love unhived, and wild, and sunny, 
Hear the magpies calling !