Stoneyford Victoria

They should have called this place the land of stone
As stones seem to grow up from the very ground
And a blade of grass growing here might feel alone
And nought but stones for miles and miles around.

And houses here that's hard to understand
As a living from this ground no man can take
Suppose bread winners who live here work in Colac or Camperdown
And either way a long journey to make.

Even the road side fences made of stone
And no hedgerows and hardly any tree
And with scarce no grass to feed a goat or sheep
And nought but stones far as the eye can see.

They should have named this land 'the land of stone'
But then it's name of 'Stoneyford' will do
A bleak and an unsheltered countryside
And stoniest land that I've ever passed through.