Hurrah for the storm-clouds sweeping! Hurrah for the driving rain! The dull earth out of her sleeping Is wakened to life again. There are mirrors of crystal shining Whenever the cloud-wrack breaks, And grass-clad banks are twining A wreath for the fairy lakes - - - Lakes that are links in an endless chain For the water is out in the swamps again! Hurrah for the red-gums standing So high on the range above! Hurrah for the she-oaks bending So low to the wave they love! Hurrah for the reed-stems slender! Hurrah for the shade they fling, For the curve of the cygnet's splendour, The sheen of the black duck's wing! Hurrah for the clouds and the glorious rain - - - The water is out in the swamps again! Hurrah for the laughing water, The songs that the streamlets sing! Whish! The teal duck's mate has sought her With a stroke of his mottled wing! Hurrah for the deepening shadows, The ibis's eagle-eyed, The dash of the purple swallows, To bury their breasts in the tide! Woe! It is woe to the Drought-King's reign! The water is out in the swamps again!