The old bush poets of Gippsland are bowing to father time br But they retain their genius and their marvellous gift of rhyme br In their rural style akubra hats a breed all of their own br They still write poems of their boyhood years and the bushmen they have known. br br The old bush poets of Gippsland don't have a college degree br Their poems and songs abouth the land and bush creatures wild and free br And the bush towns and their people in song they celebrate br Their ways to some seem old ways where one stand by their mates. br br The old bush poets of Gippsland each year become more rare br That ageless fellow father time of them is taking care br they are such marvellous people and life they do enjoy br And they tell such happy stories of happy times gone by. br br The old bush poets of Gippsland they may look old and gray br But do not say about them they have known a better day br And though high brow poets may dismiss them as writers of doggerel br At reciting their humorous verses one might say they do well.