(unaccompanied, shanty-style)I stood upon the foredeckand hoisted up me sailswith anchor weighed we sail awayfrom the coast of New South Walesto leave the Hill Song far behindTheir Siren sings to meSo from ScoMo's land I'm boundto search for Albanese (CH) Do you hear the Song of the Hillssinging to you and meLet's none of us be April FoolsLet'