The Land Where The Waratahs Grow

Through the bush, in the shady field
Do the Waratahs grow, blooming and flourishing
The land where the Waratahs grow,
As red as a rose,
A beacon in a bush,
They stand tall, out from the rest,
In the land where the Waratahs grow,
I will miss you dear Waratah, as you slowly bleed away,
Goodbye to the highlands of New South Wales, 
The land where the Waratahs grow.