The cattle-lands of Corryong, The maiden of the snows (Where silver streams the winter long Sing pleasantly their tinkling song) Not many a town man knows. And here sleek cattle, deep in gra**, Watch placidly the seasons pa**. Her beauty has a wondrous worth This maiden cleanly bright A beauty won from her rich earth Where the great Murray has his birth, And gathers up his might To scatter rich fertility On his long journey to the sea. Her face is laved in waters clear Snow waters dashing down. That flash, and hide, and reappear To feed the pastures far and near About this lovely town Fair Corryong, the Cattle Queen, Hiding her beauty here unseen. A glory here the scene presents Glory that may not die; Where, up from these green, gleaming bents, Great Kosciusko's battlements Lift to the laughing sky. And Corryong contentment knows The joyous maiden of the snows.