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Bombala by Ron Milliner, Bombala, southeast NSW

Chorus:

Bombala is a little town and I'm not one to boast
Two hours south of Canberra and an hour from the coast
There's timber, sheep and cattle studs, it's where Monaro lies
There's rolling hills and valleys to where the mountains rise.

1st verse
When you walk down maybe street, locals smile and nod
It's not very often that you find a cranky sod
Robert Stewart is the mayor, we call him mayor Bob
He keeps his finger on the pulse and odes a damn good job

2nd verse
You say its cold in winter and you've seen the frost and ice
So you may not want to live here and you'd probably think twice
But this town's a little different and puts us miles apart
'Cause the good folk of Bombala will really warm your heart

3rd verse
There's national parks and forests, and platypus to see
Walks around the river of have a shopping spree
There's golfing, bowls & tennis, sit back and relax
Or ski up in the mountains or drive the rally tracks

Bombala by Ron Milliner, Bombala, southeast NSW

Chorus:

Bombala is a little town and I'm not one to boast
Two hours south of Canberra and an hour from the coast
There's timber, sheep and cattle studs, it's where Monaro lies
There's rolling hills and valleys to where the mountains rise.

1st verse
When you walk down maybe street, locals smile and nod
It's not very often that you find a cranky sod
Robert Stewart is the mayor, we call him mayor Bob
He keeps his finger on the pulse and odes a damn good job

2nd verse
You say its cold in winter and you've seen the frost and ice
So you may not want to live here and you'd probably think twice
But this town's a little different and puts us miles apart
'Cause the good folk of Bombala will really warm your heart

3rd verse
There's national parks and forests, and platypus to see
Walks around the river of have a shopping spree
There's golfing, bowls & tennis, sit back and relax
Or ski up in the mountains or drive the rally tracks

Bombala by Ron Milliner, Bombala, southeast NSW

Chorus:

Bombala is a little town and I'm not one to boast
Two hours south of Canberra and an hour from the coast
There's timber, sheep and cattle studs, it's where Monaro lies
There's rolling hills and valleys to where the mountains rise.

1st verse
When you walk down maybe street, locals smile and nod
It's not very often that you find a cranky sod
Robert Stewart is the mayor, we call him mayor Bob
He keeps his finger on the pulse and odes a damn good job

2nd verse
You say its cold in winter and you've seen the frost and ice
So you may not want to live here and you'd probably think twice
But this town's a little different and puts us miles apart
'Cause the good folk of Bombala will really warm your heart

3rd verse
There's national parks and forests, and platypus to see
Walks around the river of have a shopping spree
There's golfing, bowls & tennis, sit back and relax
Or ski up in the mountains or drive the rally tracks

Bombala by Ron Milliner, Bombala, southeast NSW

Chorus:

Bombala is a little town and I'm not one to boast
Two hours south of Canberra and an hour from the coast
There's timber, sheep and cattle studs, it's where Monaro lies
There's rolling hills and valleys to where the mountains rise.

1st verse
When you walk down maybe street, locals smile and nod
It's not very often that you find a cranky sod
Robert Stewart is the mayor, we call him mayor Bob
He keeps his finger on the pulse and odes a damn good job

2nd verse
You say its cold in winter and you've seen the frost and ice
So you may not want to live here and you'd probably think twice
But this town's a little different and puts us miles apart
'Cause the good folk of Bombala will really warm your heart

3rd verse
There's national parks and forests, and platypus to see
Walks around the river of have a shopping spree
There's golfing, bowls & tennis, sit back and relax
Or ski up in the mountains or drive the rally tracks

Bombala by Ron Milliner, Bombala, southeast NSW

Chorus:

Bombala is a little town and I'm not one to boast
Two hours south of Canberra and an hour from the coast
There's timber, sheep and cattle studs, it's where Monaro lies
There's rolling hills and valleys to where the mountains rise.

1st verse
When you walk down maybe street, locals smile and nod
It's not very often that you find a cranky sod
Robert Stewart is the mayor, we call him mayor Bob
He keeps his finger on the pulse and odes a damn good job

2nd verse
You say its cold in winter and you've seen the frost and ice
So you may not want to live here and you'd probably think twice
But this town's a little different and puts us miles apart
'Cause the good folk of Bombala will really warm your heart

3rd verse
There's national parks and forests, and platypus to see
Walks around the river of have a shopping spree
There's golfing, bowls & tennis, sit back and relax
Or ski up in the mountains or drive the rally tracks

Bombala by Ron Milliner, Bombala, southeast NSW

Chorus:

Bombala is a little town and I'm not one to boast
Two hours south of Canberra and an hour from the coast
There's timber, sheep and cattle studs, it's where Monaro lies
There's rolling hills and valleys to where the mountains rise.

1st verse
When you walk down maybe street, locals smile and nod
It's not very often that you find a cranky sod
Robert Stewart is the mayor, we call him mayor Bob
He keeps his finger on the pulse and odes a damn good job

2nd verse
You say its cold in winter and you've seen the frost and ice
So you may not want to live here and you'd probably think twice
But this town's a little different and puts us miles apart
'Cause the good folk of Bombala will really warm your heart

3rd verse
There's national parks and forests, and platypus to see
Walks around the river of have a shopping spree
There's golfing, bowls & tennis, sit back and relax
Or ski up in the mountains or drive the rally tracks

Bombala by Ron Milliner, Bombala, southeast NSW

Chorus:

Bombala is a little town and I'm not one to boast
Two hours south of Canberra and an hour from the coast
There's timber, sheep and cattle studs, it's where Monaro lies
There's rolling hills and valleys to where the mountains rise.

1st verse
When you walk down maybe street, locals smile and nod
It's not very often that you find a cranky sod
Robert Stewart is the mayor, we call him mayor Bob
He keeps his finger on the pulse and odes a damn good job

2nd verse
You say its cold in winter and you've seen the frost and ice
So you may not want to live here and you'd probably think twice
But this town's a little different and puts us miles apart
'Cause the good folk of Bombala will really warm your heart

3rd verse
There's national parks and forests, and platypus to see
Walks around the river of have a shopping spree
There's golfing, bowls & tennis, sit back and relax
Or ski up in the mountains or drive the rally tracks

Bombala by Ron Milliner, Bombala, southeast NSW

Chorus:

Bombala is a little town and I'm not one to boast
Two hours south of Canberra and an hour from the coast
There's timber, sheep and cattle studs, it's where Monaro lies
There's rolling hills and valleys to where the mountains rise.

1st verse
When you walk down maybe street, locals smile and nod
It's not very often that you find a cranky sod
Robert Stewart is the mayor, we call him mayor Bob
He keeps his finger on the pulse and odes a damn good job

2nd verse
You say its cold in winter and you've seen the frost and ice
So you may not want to live here and you'd probably think twice
But this town's a little different and puts us miles apart
'Cause the good folk of Bombala will really warm your heart

3rd verse
There's national parks and forests, and platypus to see
Walks around the river of have a shopping spree
There's golfing, bowls & tennis, sit back and relax
Or ski up in the mountains or drive the rally tracks

Bega Town by Geoff Johnston, Bega ,NSW

Bega Town

Wheels keep on turning, travelling coast to coast
In double B's and on freight trains
They are carrying the loads.
People ask where you come form
Very few know the town
They know the name, that made us fame
That's our Bega town!

I've been around Australia, nearly been everywhere
Been in shops, in the outback you'll find eit verywhere
All sealed up in plastic, with a look that can't mistake
Looking like gold, well lo and behold
Its our Bega Cheese!

Wheels keep on turning, travelling coast to coast
In double B's and on freight trains
They are carrying the loads.
I've been around Australia, nearly been everywhere
Been in shops, in he outback you'll find it everywhere
There it is again, Bega!

This entry is from Carol Badewitz for Bombala, NSW.

Carol Badewitz, Bombala NSW

Bombala, A Town We Can Sing Of

We're a pretty little town in the valley
Where the end of the rail chose to stop
The river flows down through the centre
And two bridges hold south to north

CHORUS: Bombala is a town we can sing of
Where we all pull together in time of strife
We're battlers, we're strugglers, We're lovers
For this community town Bombala is our life

Bombala is a town of many colours
Seen in winter, spring, summer and fall
No prettier place you'll find in your travels
You'll know it when autumn comes to call

CHORUS:

We've clubs and pubs and yes we have churches
We've sporting fields, skate parks and pools
We've a hospital, aged home, doctors, nurses
We've butchers, bakers, varied shops and schools

CHORUS:

We're builders, we're workers in the forests too
We're farmers, we're mechanics, painters too
We're crafters and carers of each other
Mothers, fathers, there's nothing we can't do.

CHORUS:

Eden, far south cost NSW by N. Knight

We live in Eden on Twofold Bay

Where the whales visit to romp and play

It is not too big and it is not too small

We think we have it all

In this garden we call paradise.

Eden, far south cost NSW by N. Knight

We live in Eden on Twofold Bay

Where the whales visit to romp and play

It is not too big and it is not too small

We think we have it all

In this garden we call paradise.

Eden, far south cost NSW by N. Knight

We live in Eden on Twofold Bay

Where the whales visit to romp and play

It is not too big and it is not too small

We think we have it all

In this garden we call paradise.